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bergamot hits me again and my mind starts to spin. I stare at him bewildered. He smiles.
‘ Yes, sure,’ I murmur, feeling like my face is heating up.
Why do I always have to behave like a total idiot? He is so much closer than I ever anticipated that the electric current shoots through my body. The air shifts. I’ve got to pull myself together.
‘ Well, I thought that it would be good to start with the basics, although I've already explained that humans aren’t able to see us. If I reveal to the Council that there is a human that knows about us, you would probably be dead already.’
I don’t know what is going on with me. My heart is pounding, his eyes are on me and he's expecting me to ask him a question, but I don’t think I can talk right now.
‘ The Council detests emotions of love. We have been brought up to avoid depending on that emotion; that’s why you are vulnerable. I can influence you, but you can change me as well.’
‘ How?’ I ask, finally finding my voice.
‘ I can start experiencing forbidden emotions, and if they found out about me they would kill me. I would probably dishonour my family,’ he adds, shifting his weight. He is too close and I can’t think straight.
‘Tell me more about your family?’ I ask. I am surprised with myself for being so forward with him.
He raises his left eyebrow and smiles. ‘I do like to be around humans. My mother is tightly involved in the Council. She is the highest member and if she finds out about you she would be the first person that would vote for my death.’
‘Your own mother?’ I ask, staring at him with disbelief.
‘You’ve got to understand that she has to obey to rules. She worked hard to be in her position and she doesn’t give second chances.’ He pauses. ‘Me, on the other hand, I was never interested in politics.’
‘So what are you interested in?’
He doesn’t respond straight away. His eyes wander to the window. Maybe it’s a personal question, but Gabriel doesn’t seem to care about the rules. He is confident enough to carry on meeting with me. He sounds different when he is talking about the council and these odd laws.
‘Our lives were different when there were changelings around. We had more freedom.’
‘Changelings?’
‘You should know this from history. We used to swap infants years ago, but this practice has been stopped ...’
‘What do you mean by swapping children?’ I ask.
‘Maybe you are too young to understand what I mean, but years ago we used to take human infants and replace them with our own, to allow them to have a better life.’
‘What?’ I stand up, feeling like a stone was just dropped into my stomach. ‘You used to steal children?’
‘If you read your history books, then you would know that this practice was common in past centuries,’ he responds coldly.
I blink rapidly, trying to stop my racing heart. He thinks that I am stupid! I have never heard about changelings. What he describes sounds so cruel.
‘Are you going to sit down so I can tell you more about myself, rather than changelings? I think I brought up that subject too early,’ he says in a husky voice.
I hesitate, but sit down, feeling that our connection is stronger than I originally thought. I’ve got so many questions, but I don’t know what I should ask him first. He appears to be confident like he knows it all.
‘No, tell me more about changelings. I need to know,’ I press.
‘I don’t want to discuss this now,’ he cuts in and I think he is angry.
I never expected him to be so touchy about this subject. ‘Well then, let’s talk about something else,’ I say coldly. ‘For example, where do you live?’
‘Near the beach in Three Cliffs Bay. Our homes aren’t visible to humans. We tend to stay closer to the coastline, but others normally live in the middle of nowhere. Before your
‘ Yes, sure,’ I murmur, feeling like my face is heating up.
Why do I always have to behave like a total idiot? He is so much closer than I ever anticipated that the electric current shoots through my body. The air shifts. I’ve got to pull myself together.
‘ Well, I thought that it would be good to start with the basics, although I've already explained that humans aren’t able to see us. If I reveal to the Council that there is a human that knows about us, you would probably be dead already.’
I don’t know what is going on with me. My heart is pounding, his eyes are on me and he's expecting me to ask him a question, but I don’t think I can talk right now.
‘ The Council detests emotions of love. We have been brought up to avoid depending on that emotion; that’s why you are vulnerable. I can influence you, but you can change me as well.’
‘ How?’ I ask, finally finding my voice.
‘ I can start experiencing forbidden emotions, and if they found out about me they would kill me. I would probably dishonour my family,’ he adds, shifting his weight. He is too close and I can’t think straight.
‘Tell me more about your family?’ I ask. I am surprised with myself for being so forward with him.
He raises his left eyebrow and smiles. ‘I do like to be around humans. My mother is tightly involved in the Council. She is the highest member and if she finds out about you she would be the first person that would vote for my death.’
‘Your own mother?’ I ask, staring at him with disbelief.
‘You’ve got to understand that she has to obey to rules. She worked hard to be in her position and she doesn’t give second chances.’ He pauses. ‘Me, on the other hand, I was never interested in politics.’
‘So what are you interested in?’
He doesn’t respond straight away. His eyes wander to the window. Maybe it’s a personal question, but Gabriel doesn’t seem to care about the rules. He is confident enough to carry on meeting with me. He sounds different when he is talking about the council and these odd laws.
‘Our lives were different when there were changelings around. We had more freedom.’
‘Changelings?’
‘You should know this from history. We used to swap infants years ago, but this practice has been stopped ...’
‘What do you mean by swapping children?’ I ask.
‘Maybe you are too young to understand what I mean, but years ago we used to take human infants and replace them with our own, to allow them to have a better life.’
‘What?’ I stand up, feeling like a stone was just dropped into my stomach. ‘You used to steal children?’
‘If you read your history books, then you would know that this practice was common in past centuries,’ he responds coldly.
I blink rapidly, trying to stop my racing heart. He thinks that I am stupid! I have never heard about changelings. What he describes sounds so cruel.
‘Are you going to sit down so I can tell you more about myself, rather than changelings? I think I brought up that subject too early,’ he says in a husky voice.
I hesitate, but sit down, feeling that our connection is stronger than I originally thought. I’ve got so many questions, but I don’t know what I should ask him first. He appears to be confident like he knows it all.
‘No, tell me more about changelings. I need to know,’ I press.
‘I don’t want to discuss this now,’ he cuts in and I think he is angry.
I never expected him to be so touchy about this subject. ‘Well then, let’s talk about something else,’ I say coldly. ‘For example, where do you live?’
‘Near the beach in Three Cliffs Bay. Our homes aren’t visible to humans. We tend to stay closer to the coastline, but others normally live in the middle of nowhere. Before your
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