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personal crisis and I had brought it to work. And then I apologized profusely, because I knew I should have acted more professional. Way more professional.
“I understand,” he said, “and the fact that you can see your own unprofessional behavior is a step in the right direction.” There was no reproach. The words didn’t come out harshly. When he said he understood, he meant it. “Now, tell me what I can do to help you.”
“I honestly have no idea. Counsel me, I suppose. Give me some advice to point me in the right direction, Boss. I know what to do about Robert…”
“Do you really?” he interrupted.
I blinked. “Yeah…” I began but he shook his head. “Okay, maybe not,” I mumbled.
“I will tell you about Robert, but only what pertains to me. The rest is up to him to divulge.” Ifan sat forward in his chair, putting his elbows on the massive book in front of him. “I found him when he was very ill. I have nursed him back to health, as much health as a vampire can have, and maybe some extra. He is smart, and he is kind. He is also lonely and thought you a kindred spirit. He told me as much,” Ifan’s eyes twinkled as he said that. I saw mischief, but his eyes turned soft when he spoke next. “You, to me, are brave and impetuous, a lot like Mark in some ways. You also have a good grasp of other’s feelings, and also of your own. You are a lonely girl, willing to accept the loneliness because you believe that mating would doom you to an unfulfilled life. And perhaps that would be true if you had mated with Mark. It is obvious to me that you are too similar to be mated. You would kill him, is my guess,” he laughed, a low throaty sound, a comfort to me. He was right!
I couldn’t laugh with him. I was depressed, and for once I wanted to sulk and stay depressed. I’d been playing depressing songs for two days straight on my iPod and in my car. They added to my depression and made me sing at the same time. I was depressed AND deranged. Perfect, really.
“I’m sorry, Ifan, but what’s your point? Would you have me be Robert’s mate instead? You know that can’t happen, and you know that I would kill him too. Besides, I hurt him, and now I don’t know how to make it better.”
“Oh, I’m sure you have it in you to ask forgiveness. I’ve seen you do it many times before. You may be guilty of many things, but you are not too proud to soothe another’s pain, especially when it’s caused by you. I admire that in you, I truly do.”
“You give me waaaay too much credit, there,” I said, but I had already been thinking of apologizing to Robert. I mean, I’d thought about it over and over, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to apologize and have Robert turn on me without accepting.
Ifan seemed to read my mind, or maybe my thoughts had been plain on my face. “Apologize to Robert. Accept that you hurt him, and be strong. It may hurt you if he doesn’t accept your apology, but you must remember that it was you who hurt him first.”
I nodded and smoothed my pants, even though they were perfectly ironed and creased. “Thanks, Ifan.” I stood up to leave and paused at the door. I gathered my courage because I had to – besides asking Robert for forgiveness – see Mark and pair up with him for the upcoming investigation. We were in work-mode. Someone needed our help and we had to provide it, personal business be damned.
The office was in an organized chaos when I left Ifan’s small sanctum. Everyone was getting ready for the excursion, fetching medallions, getting recording equipment and forensic equipment ready, looking at maps of DC, pinpointing places that needed to be scoured and by whom. Casimir was standing on his usual stepstool looking grim. He was about three feet tall, round and green: a goblin. His voice was low and gruff, like you would expect from a chain-smoking giant; his
“I understand,” he said, “and the fact that you can see your own unprofessional behavior is a step in the right direction.” There was no reproach. The words didn’t come out harshly. When he said he understood, he meant it. “Now, tell me what I can do to help you.”
“I honestly have no idea. Counsel me, I suppose. Give me some advice to point me in the right direction, Boss. I know what to do about Robert…”
“Do you really?” he interrupted.
I blinked. “Yeah…” I began but he shook his head. “Okay, maybe not,” I mumbled.
“I will tell you about Robert, but only what pertains to me. The rest is up to him to divulge.” Ifan sat forward in his chair, putting his elbows on the massive book in front of him. “I found him when he was very ill. I have nursed him back to health, as much health as a vampire can have, and maybe some extra. He is smart, and he is kind. He is also lonely and thought you a kindred spirit. He told me as much,” Ifan’s eyes twinkled as he said that. I saw mischief, but his eyes turned soft when he spoke next. “You, to me, are brave and impetuous, a lot like Mark in some ways. You also have a good grasp of other’s feelings, and also of your own. You are a lonely girl, willing to accept the loneliness because you believe that mating would doom you to an unfulfilled life. And perhaps that would be true if you had mated with Mark. It is obvious to me that you are too similar to be mated. You would kill him, is my guess,” he laughed, a low throaty sound, a comfort to me. He was right!
I couldn’t laugh with him. I was depressed, and for once I wanted to sulk and stay depressed. I’d been playing depressing songs for two days straight on my iPod and in my car. They added to my depression and made me sing at the same time. I was depressed AND deranged. Perfect, really.
“I’m sorry, Ifan, but what’s your point? Would you have me be Robert’s mate instead? You know that can’t happen, and you know that I would kill him too. Besides, I hurt him, and now I don’t know how to make it better.”
“Oh, I’m sure you have it in you to ask forgiveness. I’ve seen you do it many times before. You may be guilty of many things, but you are not too proud to soothe another’s pain, especially when it’s caused by you. I admire that in you, I truly do.”
“You give me waaaay too much credit, there,” I said, but I had already been thinking of apologizing to Robert. I mean, I’d thought about it over and over, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to apologize and have Robert turn on me without accepting.
Ifan seemed to read my mind, or maybe my thoughts had been plain on my face. “Apologize to Robert. Accept that you hurt him, and be strong. It may hurt you if he doesn’t accept your apology, but you must remember that it was you who hurt him first.”
I nodded and smoothed my pants, even though they were perfectly ironed and creased. “Thanks, Ifan.” I stood up to leave and paused at the door. I gathered my courage because I had to – besides asking Robert for forgiveness – see Mark and pair up with him for the upcoming investigation. We were in work-mode. Someone needed our help and we had to provide it, personal business be damned.
The office was in an organized chaos when I left Ifan’s small sanctum. Everyone was getting ready for the excursion, fetching medallions, getting recording equipment and forensic equipment ready, looking at maps of DC, pinpointing places that needed to be scoured and by whom. Casimir was standing on his usual stepstool looking grim. He was about three feet tall, round and green: a goblin. His voice was low and gruff, like you would expect from a chain-smoking giant; his
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