Fantasy The Royal Society of Magic

[MrSilence]

Edward Stedman made his way down the hallway following his Butler. The man knew him well enough to keep a few steps ahead avoiding eye contact when his Master was in one of his moods. Viscount Farnworth, the Oldest son of the current Earl Stedman, disliked being interrupted from his studies. He had locked himself in his office for the good part of the day. He limbed towards the conservatory. His Butler attempted to open the door but was interrupted by Edward kicking the door open with his good foot.

The conservatory was large, and before he had taken up residency at Farnworth Estate, been a popular place to host visitors. Now the large room had become a place to store the various antiques and curios collected from his travels that had not found a place in his Mansion. The uninvited guest did not react to the door violently being kicked open. The middle-aged man, dressed sharply yet simply continued to fiddle with the small metal contraption on the bench.

“Having fun poking around my things Nathaniel?”, Edward snapped as he used his cane to slam the door behind him.

Nathaniel laughed as he continued tinkering with the metal device with his back to the Earl’s son.

“I’ve come to see what has become to my creations. And to make sure you’re receiving my messages.”

“Do you honestly believe I have any interest in what you’ve got to say?” Edward said as he shuffled over to the man; his cane hitting the hard tiles of the conservatory. He could see Nathaniel tinker with a small metal device, fashioned out of bronze and copper in the shape of a sparrow. Its wings however were bent, and its head severely damaged.

The older man lifted and turned his gaze to the Viscount. “I suppose you just found her like this?” he asked. “Do you realize how much time and effort I put into creating this beautiful specimen?” He continued. “And you decided to hoard them… Why? Out of spite?” Nathaniel turned away from the damaged bird that Edward had crushed under his boot seven days earlier. The older man ripped the sheet covering the small metal cage that housed the half dozen fluttering metal sparrows.

Edward leaned against his cane and snorted. He’d been receiving the metal sparrows at his estate for nearly a week now. All with the same written message requesting his presence at The Society’s Headquarters in London. Nathaniel Hawthorne prided himself on his creations. Small metal devices, all handcrafted and enthused with ancient magic to do the bidding of their creator. Though he frequently boasted of the great potential of his field of studies, in reality, his creations were largely used as more reliable carrier pigeons.

“I’m surprised The Society has any interest in me since my banishment.”

Nathaniel turned his attention back to the Viscount and who was once a respected member of The Royal Society of Magic.

“You were merely suspended. It’s just a matter of..”

“Oh don’t start spouting out that bullshit. You know full well the council intended to kick me out.”

Nathaniel didn’t respond. His initial frustration over his birds had resided. Who, in all honestly, was one of the very few allies Edward still had on the Council that ruled the affairs of The Society. When he was dragged in front of the Council to answer for his questionable experiments, it was Nathaniel alone who defended his actions. Which Edward presumed was why the Council had sent him and not someone else. Nathaniel waited for the young man’s outburst to subside, pulled a folded newspaper out from his coat pocket, and handed it to him. Edward took the paper, his curiosity overriding his anger.

“Read the first article,” Nathaniel said. “It’s now the third in two weeks. All three bodies were found dumped in the Thames, all their blood had been drained. And all were members of The Society and were magically gifted.”

“I’m not sure what that has to do with me. I can ensure you that I’ve been here at Farnworth for the past three months, and not stalking the streets of London enacting revenge on The Society.” Edward replied, with one hand leaning on his cane, and the other holding the three-day-old paper.

“For once Edward, this isn’t actually about you. The council has tasked me to organize an investigation. The Council is concerned that someone is trying to give non-fae bloodlines the ability to use magic. While some in the Government are blaming Society for experimenting on live subjects.



“As much as the Council didn’t want to admit it, but your area of expertise would be needed in this delicate matter. Which if you lend a hand, the Council has promised to lift your suspension.”

Edward paused and didn’t respond. Part of him wanted to throw the paper back into the smug man’s face. Yet the offer was alluring. His years of study on emotion manipulation had largely been for his use. And to be given a chance to test out his capabilities in the real world would be instrumental for his studies. But instead of giving Nathaniel satisfaction, he turned his back on him and made his way to the door.

“I’ll give it some thought.”

~~~~~~

Under the dark grey clouds of London, the carriage tore through the streets. The first of the winter’s snow formed a dark sludge on the city pavements. The jolt of the carriage sent a bolt of pain up Edward’s leg and awoke him from his seven seconds of slumber. He’d accepted Mr. Hawthorne’s offer and agreed to make his way to The Society’s Headquarters in London immediately. The woman opposite him whom he shared the carriage had not noticed him doze off. He was convinced that she had not taken a moment’s break since they had left Oxfordshire 7 hours previously. She talked animatedly; her feverish speed never faltered as she jumped from one topic to the other. His gaze never left the small window of their carriage; watching as the scenery turned from the rural countryside to the built-up streets of London. Even though it was just the two of them in the small carriage, he had not uttered a word since 10 miles back. As soon as he’d sent word to his father’s Estate which bordered his own, His Father’s wife, Lady Stedman, was quick to impose her company on his trip to London. Earl Stedman spent very little time at his Estate in Oxfordshire, with the majority of his time spent in London attending to his political interests.

“So darling, what do you think? I’m sure a well-respected Gentleman would agree that Henrietta is truly handsome - though a little quiet. I’m sure she would make such a great match for a man.” The woman paused for a heartbeat. The first time there was silence as she looked on waiting for a response. His mind had drifted from the conversation many miles ago and had no recollection as to who Henrietta was. He opened his mouth to speak.

“But have you heard her laugh Eddie? She cackles like a witch. And so loud too…” she continued, cutting him off and continuing recounting her stepson with every ounce of gossip he might have missed since seeing her last three months ago. Edward nodded in agreement, not sure what he was agreeing to. He smiled at her before turning his attention back to the window. He had all intention to travel to London alone. As soon as he had sent word to his Family estate that he was traveling, his Father’s wife had been quick to invite herself to join her Husband who was residing in London over the winter. Edward relented, as he normally did with his stepmother, Lady Stedman. For he pitied her. His own Father remarked in passing, that he never thought God created his wife with much between her ears.

Edward rubbed his thigh, the pain from earlier had not yet resided. Without thinking, he placed his palm on his leg and sent a wave of endorphins to override the pain. He leaned back, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the pleasure as the pain resided. It had been over ten years since his injury, and years of further study to get to the point where he was now.

From his window, he could see the grand limestone building come into view, that housed the Society’s Headquarters. He glanced at his pocket watch. As he’d planned, he had arrived at the headquarters at the Time Nathaniel requested. In time to meet with whomever, The Council had tasked him with. As the carriage came to a stop, and the footman opened the door, Edward farewelled his stepmother and made his way into the grand headquarters. The doors were immediately opened for him by the Footmen, and he made his way into the grand lobby.

 

[sollie]

There were two things Josephine hated most.

She hated winter, the dreadful cold that was unshakeable and pierced her to her core. And London– A bustling city where her mind never slept, and the thoughts of every being passing her flooded her mind as quickly as a horse rushing from danger.

So to have been called to London during winter was some sort of cruel joke her parents had expertly crafted and imposed on her. “I don’t understand why it has to me.” She complained to her mother, days before she was set to leave the countryside. Catherine, her sweet mother, was just as stubborn as she was– it was a battle or persistence between the two of them. And as a board member of the Royal Society of Magic, it was Catherine’s job to encourage persons like her daughter to help the Society as a whole. That, and her father was the one who requested her come to London in the first place.

The Duke of Richmond was stationed in London, tucked comfortably in the Royal Society of Magic’s headquarters, or in some lovely home. Or perhaps he was staying with their wealthy Aunt, Catherine’s sister. But he had been gone for longer than Josephine would’ve liked.

“Your father has beckoned you to go. This is his final request, my dear. You must go to London.” Catherine tried to soothe her daughter, but it was no attempt. “You do not understand,” Josephine had reluctantly succumbed to accepting her fate and her inevitable venture to the city, but it would be a great burden on her mind. “The countryside is quiet. I am without those horrible migraine’s I used to get during summers with Aunt Isabella.” She clutched at the ornate pendant that sat atop her clavicle. It was the sole reason for her strife. But she was not to take it off– And so she hadn’t. It remained permanently around her neck from the day she’d received it. From the day she’d begun skillfully crafting the curse she’d been imparted by her parents and her ancestors.

“Josephine… This is your time to shine. You might be saving the lives of our friends, our kin… You must go to London… Your father will explain it all when you arrive…”

Those were some of the last words the youngest daughter of the Duke of Richmond heard before she departed from her childhood home, from the comforts and safety of the walls she’d grown up in, she’d learned to play, she’d fought with her brothers… And off to the city which held so much uncertainty and unpleasant memories.

She rode alone to London, though Josephine Fernsby was never truly alone. The Coachman’s thoughts were loud, but they were not unpleasant. Due to the isolation of the trip, they were as clear as a whistle through a flat field. He thought of his wife. He thought of his children– He had two girls, Marietta and Mary, who were just old enough to begin schooling. He was sore– It had begun to drizzle on the way to London, a drizzle which soon became a light snow. He was cold and uncomfortable. She offered him an additional coat. He rejected her and was embarrassed she even offered it to him. She did not offer him anything else until they arrived in London.

It was loud in London. Louder than she recalled. She had half the mind to rip the necklace from herself and toss it into the Thames, but decided against it. Still, she wished to seek council in her Aunt to find a way to remedy this issue. It was certainly going to be difficult to pay attention to whatever task her father had for her if her mind was like an angry ocean on a stormy night.

Stepping out of the carriage, the grandeur was certainly not missed on the young woman. Offering a small bag to the Coachman, she removed her luggage– which she was advised to pack for an unknown amount of time– and took a small breath. For god's sake, this was going to be a pain… The cold burned her lungs with each breath and regardless of how closely she pulled her wool cloak to her body, it refused to warm her. What a great omen to a begrudging trip.

It wasn’t until she heard the familiar mind of her father, did her face lighten up. “My dear daughter!” He announced, quickly rushing to aid her with her luggage. “How was your trip? Uneventful I hope?” Safe, he was asking. She smiled politely, offering the luggage out. “It was alright. How have you been? How is Thomas and Oliver? Hopefully they are actually studying, rather than drinking until they’re unconscious…” Oliver had nearly been expelled after missing too many classes. Thomas was the more discreet troublemaker of the family. Both of her brother’s were geniuses, but Josephine feared she was the only child that didn’t lack basic common sense.

“The boys are well. Excelling at their studies as usual…” He began but Jospehine quickly understood why she was there. Murders. Three. All persons possessing fae-blood. Public outrage was beginning to seep in. The Society of Magic was at risk in parliament– She frowned, letting out a soft sigh which visualized in front of her. “Father, I am not a detective. I’m note sure what you think I can do to help this dreadful situation.” Vincent frowned, seemingly taken aback that he hadn’t said a word, yet Josephine understood everything. It had been far too long. Pausing, he decided it would be better spoken away from prying ears to disclose the details. Besides, Josie could only pick out so much. The horrendous thoughts of Londoners was far too much to bear.

“Follow me. You’ll understand soon enough… We have another guest arriving soon that you’ll want to meet.” Vincent led her into the spectacular building– it was no doubt created by artists and those like her. The intricate designs of the lobby were breathtaking. It didn’t matter how many times she saw it, it was still spectacular each time. And it was warm. That was the least she could hope for on this apparent murder mystery she was being dragged into. Now all that was left to do was wait for the mysterious stranger to arrive. A man entered and her father seemed to recognize him– Josie didn’t. “Edward Stedman?” Vincent greeted, and Jospehine murmured. “I’m glad you could make it on such short notice. Welcome back to the Headquarters. This is my daughter, Josephine Fernsby. The two of you will be working together.”

 

[MrSilence]

Edward Stedman made his way through the grand lobby. He could hear his carriage pull away from the sidewalk to drop off the Lady Stedman at her Husband’s residence. The rhythmic clink of his cane hitting the polished marble announced his arrival. His body ached from being stuffed in a carriage for most of the day. The endorphins he had pumped into him had started to wear off. The last time he had been here, he had stormed out of the lobby vowing to never return to these halls again. Yet here he was. After a short exchange with Mr. Hawthorne, he had crawled back; their loyal lap dog. And he hated it. They objected to his methods the board said, but he knew what they were doing. They were scared. Scared of the possibilities that his studies may have.

Edward scanned the large lobby and his gaze fell upon the Duke of Richmond. Unsurprisingly, Nathaniel Hawthorne had kept quiet about the details. If He’d known the Duke would be meeting him, he would have had Nathaniel escorted off his property. Reluctantly Edward made his way to the Older man and the young woman that was with him.

“Edward Stedman,” Vincent greeted him as he came near. Edward’s last word to him was a string of curses and profanities, so all he could muster in response was a dip of his head to the Duke and the woman beside him.

“I’m glad you could make it on such short notice. Welcome back to the Headquarters. This is my daughter, Josephine Fernsby. The two of you will be working together.” Said the Duke.

Edward snorted in response.

“All it took was three months before you started missing me. Maybe next time I’ll scream my profanities louder to save Hawthorne the trouble of fetching me.”

Edward turned his attention to the young woman whom the Duke introduced as his daughter.

“Please excuse my language Miss Fernsby, but your father and I weren’t exactly on the same terms three months ago. However…” Edward said glancing back at the older man. “The Duke here must be wanting more people in his life to call him a pompous ass when the time calls for it.”

He paused momentarily. His anger aggravated his old war wound; sending pain shooting up his from this thigh.

“But please, don’t let me stop you from explaining how we can do your dirty work for you.”

 

[sollie]

Josie left out one thing she hated… Josie hated impertinent men. And with Edward Stedman so blatantly disrespecting her father in front of her, it seemed he was the type. She didn’t like him. She couldn’t even differentiate his voice in her head or decipher his thoughts and she could already tell she did not have a taste for whoever this man was. Was her father certain they had to work together? Josie was half certain she could do better alone then with this specimen.

“You shouldn’t apologize if you’re insincere about it, Mr. Stedman. It makes you look like a scoundrel.” Josephine spoke very matter-of-factly, her facial expression not flickering or lightening to indicate her words were lighthearted. They were not. “I’m not sure what you did to have yourself removed from The Society,” She began, trying to listen to her father to give her any sort of idea without asking. There was nothing there for her to grasp. It was greatly disappointing. “If you are so perturbed at the idea of helping aid The Society in protecting gifted individuals– So much that you would dare call it dirty work… I would suggest you walk yourself out the door and return to your carriage. I will not tolerate such blasphemy.”

Vincent gave Josie a look, feeling like he’d been caught with his foot in his mouth. Though there had once been ill-will between Edward and the Society, his particular skills were needed for investigative reasoning and his cooperation– especially with his daughter– would prove most useful. “Josie is quite spirited about the work we do here,” Vincent said. Spirited was not the word she would’ve used, but her father had always been good at damage control. “I’m sure Hawthorne briefed you on why we called you here. It is a dire situation and if we do not work swiftly, more lives will be at risk. I urge you Mr. Stedman– If you wish to hold onto past grudges, much to what my daughter said… It may be more advantageous of you to walk away. This is an assignment that requires the utmost dedication– Regardless of your feelings towards the Society. This is a matter of all people like ourselves. The light being shone on magical persons… It threatens our existence.”

Was it that serious? Josie could tell by the dread cast over her father’s mind this was a detrimental situation. But then… Why was she required to assist? Clasping her hand over the opal pendant, she let out a small sigh, turning her eyes from Vincent to Edward– What would his decision be? And would he continue to act like the pompous arse?

“If you choose to commit, you may follow us back. The Board and our investigative team with divulge more information to the two of you. Time is of the essence.”

 

[MrSilence]

“You shouldn’t apologize if you’re insincere about it, Mr. Stedman. It makes you look like a scoundrel.”

The young Viscount turned his attention back to the Duke’s daughter with an amused expression on his face. He didn’t expect the Duke’s daughter to exhibit such passion and confidence.

“Maybe I am a Scoundrel,” he replied to her with a smile on his face. Scoundrel… In a strange way he liked that description. Sure , he wasn’t a gentleman, but he got things done rather than sitting around smoking cigars and talking. These halls were filled with a lot of old men who did a lot of sitting and pontificating, but very little of anything else.

“And maybe that’s why your Father has requested me to be here. Because sometimes you just need a scoundrel to get things done”

“But please don’t mistake my tone for insincerity. I truly do apologize for my passionate outburst, and I hold no ill will to any relative of the Lord Fernsby. I just have no interest in apologizing to your father.”

The board humiliated him, and their actions had made him an instant outcast to the wider members. But then, when Hawthorne had begged for him to come to London, he relented rather easily, because deep down he knew that he wasn’t a scoundrel at all.

So Edward stood in silence, leaning on his cane as the Duke rattled off a speech that was supposed to inspire him. Hawthorne had been brief and light on the details, but as the Duke seem to put it, the Board were really worried.

“If you choose to commit, you may follow us back. The Board and our investigative team will divulge more information to the two of you. Time is of the essence.”

Nothing needed to be said. He had come this far, and the truth was, he was angry at the Board, and at the leadership. The Society itself, it’s members, and all who have fae-blood and are exploring their newly discovered abilities; that is why he was here. Edward followed behind as fast as he could as the Older man as he led the way. He led them through the winding halls to a nondescript boardroom where a half a dozen Society and Board members awaited them.

 

[sollie]

Josie’s eyebrows pinched together as she scanned Edward’s face, using all of her attention to listen– What was he thinking? Was he truly a scoundrel? If so, she would have a handful of words for her father for beaconing her from the peaceful warmth of their estate to London to work with a scoundrel.

“I do not need a scoundrel to get this work done,” Vincent said seriously, giving Edward a look of warning. “In fact, that is quite the opposite of what I need. Edward, I have called you here because of your specific talents. I feel they will adequately help accelerate the speed of this investigation…” Her father was worried. Worried about what would happen if another body showed up. How the Crown would react… And how they would punish the Society.

Josie had always worried about that. It wasn’t like being a member of the Society was a bad thing– But the records, upon records, of persons with fae-blood stored in the very heart of London would give away hundreds of people. It would rip their safety and well being from under their feet. If the public or the Crown were to revoke their decision about the operation of the Society… It could be detrimental to the livelihoods of so many.

Vincent sent her luggage away and soon began to escort the two guests to the boardroom. Presumably, she wouldn’t be staying in these bedrooms. She had a feeling Vincent had different accommodations for the two of them. She’d caught the tail end of a fleeting thought about it– Which was a bit… upsetting. Aunt Isabella’s home was a safe haven for her. To have a stranger there would be nothing short of uncomfortable. A stranger who she couldn’t hear anything from. She didn’t like it.

The boardroom wasn’t to full capacity, it was clear there were at least a handful of people not at attendance. There were several faces she recognized– A boy she’d grown up with attending the Society, helping each other understand their artifact, and becoming stronger together. Louis Taylor was a man with a gift for electricity, a curious ability that had been studied by numerous professionals in the Society. It was something to do with electrons and positive charges. She greeted him with a curt wave and a small smile. It was nice to know she had a friend there.

Beside him was Eliza– Josie didn’t really know Eliza well, and she wasn’t certain what her artifact allowed her to do… But she would find out soon enough. Although, Eliza’s mind was like a pit of quicksand…

Her father pulled her from her thoughts and the thoughts of the others. “Everyone. These are our two secret weapons for this investigation. Edward Stedman and Josephine Fernsby. I know our luck has been fraught in finding the perpetrator of these horrible crimes… But I have a feeling this is the start of the end.” Interesting phrasing, Josie thought. “You two can take a seat next to Eliza and Louis.”

 

[MrSilence]

“I do not need a scoundrel to get this work done,”

Edward kept his mouth shut; he had pushed it far enough with the Duke as his patience would only last so long. But it was an interesting response. Ever the politician, Edward thought, trying to play by the rules while struggling with getting stuff done. The reality is, his gifts when used without prior permission from the subject, the Board had deemed illegal. It was over his use of prisoners at the local penitentiary for his experiments that led to his expulsion from the Society. Now the man wants him to use what he has learned from those experiments to extract and manipulate the truth out of these murders.

The two of them followed the Duke to the Boardroom buried in the heart of the Society’s Headquarters. Some of the faces were known to him, either from the Board, or during his time in London over the years. Edward stood off to the side awkwardly, feeling out of place amongst the Board members and the other Society members that were invited here. The last time he had seen many of them, he wasn’t exactly in his best form; the profanities would have been heard throughout the building’s hallways. Stood awkwardly listening to the Man introduce them and gave a rather melodramatic speech. Edward could feel the seriousness in the man’s tone, and the focussed attention the rest of the room gave him. Seeing how urgent the Board is reacting rather than starting a bloated sub-committee to evaluate all their options, sobered Edward up, and quickly dissolved all sense of anger he originally had. This must be serious.

At the end of the speech, the Duke gestured to two empty seats around the large table. “You two can take a seat next to Eliza and Louis.” Edward’s default response to most commands is to ignore them. So he continued to stand there, leaning against his cane behind the empty seat. But as the man continued to talk, the pain from standing started to creep in. After 30 seconds of defiance, Edwards pulled the seat out and sat down at the table next to Miss Fernsby.

The Duke’s daughter was younger than himself, possibly 6 or 5 years his junior. She held herself with confidence with a passionate boldness that many women her age lacked. His thoughts wandered to why she was here. For the Duke to put his own daughter at risk must mean one of two things, he either had no love for her, or her gifts would be a significant asset to the investigating team. He leaned towards the young women seated beside him. “So for your Father to invite you on the investigative team, he either doesn’t care about your safety…” He whispered softly into her ear to avoid disrupting her father’s explanation as to what was going on. “Or, your gifts would make a significant impact on the investigation.” He paused. For the first time since meeting, he was preoccupied by his anger at the Duke. With his head close to hers, his eyes trace the delicate lines of her cheekbones, and the subtle contours of her neck. Her blonde hair flowed down the length of her small frame suited her more than the overly stylized styles that were popular these days.

Edward quickly tore his mind away from the woman beside him. “So I presume you’re here because of the latter. So do tell, what is your gift Miss Fernsby?”

 

[sollie]

Josephine took no time lingering at the side of her supposed partner before taking her place next to Louis. She was happy to be in the company of the two of them, although the buzzing of so many different frantic minds was a bit much to take in all at one time. This was serious business, and the weight of it was slowly sinking in the more and more she took in the distraught state of the board members and investigative team. What was happening in London that would be so devastating to their people?

Of course, when Edward followed suit in sitting next to her, she wasn’t exactly thrilled. Something about him was off putting. Never in her life had she had such a hard time listening in on someone’s mind, but every time she directed her attention his way… It was like waves crashing down on her. And if she focused too intently, she would be pulled in and drowned by the unknown. However disturbing it was, Josie would not back down from a challenge. Edward Stedman was a problem to be solved, that was all and she was intent on solving it as quickly as she could.

His spoken voice was what intruded her mind first. How rude could this man get? Her father was clearly divulging important information to the room about their new additions and he wasn’t paying attention whatsoever. Josie needed to find out why he’d been expelled from the Society first. And why exactly his gift was in such high demand. Looking at him, she couldn’t even place a finger on what– or where– his artifact was stored. Did he not keep it on him at all times? That was the wise thing to do… But then again, Edward didn’t seem like the wise type.

Josie bit the inside of her mouth, preventing herself from snapping at the man. How infuriating could one person be? And they’d only met moments before. “Edward, I applaud your curiosity, but could you close your mouth for one moment and pay attention?” Josie whispered harshly, shifting in her seat. Louis seemed to pick up on this irritation, looking over between the two. She offered an apologetic look to Louis, turning her eyes back to her father.

“Josie is right,” Louis interjected softly, keeping his voice low. “I would suggest you pay close attention. Lord Fernsby doesn’t fancy repeating himself…” As if on cue, Vincent stopped his short introduction and reiteration of the crimes at hand, half of which Josie had missed. “Is there an issue over there?” He asked and Josie could’ve strangled the two men sitting at her side for chattering in a meeting with such high importance. It was Edward that started it, though. Josie quickly shook her head, embarrassed that the attention was on their lot.

“Alright then… Well, I’ll turn it over to our chief investigator to explain more then… Please pay close attention to the information. It is crucial that this stays discreet. We are working to swiftly arrest the criminal and prevent more of these henious murders.”

 

[MrSilence]

All Edward was trying to do was be nice. Yet what did he expect from a Fernsby? Her own Father's sense of entitlement just because he was one of the highest ranking Peer in the Society, must have rubbed off onto her.

“Edward, I applaud your curiosity, but could you close your mouth for one moment and pay attention?”

Edward sat up straight in his chair again. Fighting the temptation to grab the indolent girl and mellow out her prickly personality. But considering how the Board reacted to him testing on criminals, the Duke would create a mess even his Father would struggle to get him out of. So instead he sat in silence, with his mouth open. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction that he had listened to her. Even her friend beside her decided to jump to her defence. He had never me the boy, and even he had joined in in speaking down to him.


"I'm sure Miss Fernsby is comfortable speaking for herself and does not need a male to come to her defence," Edward hissed back. He leaned back in his chair. The Duke continued to rattle on about the crimes and it's importance. It was that Edward doubted the seriousness or the importance of why they were here. He had enough dealings with the Board to know that there was little use in listening to the granular details, because every second of the investigation would be micro-managed by the big-wigs up top. The non-board members, like himself, were only here to provide assistance when they were needed.

The Duke's speech eventually came to an end, and passed the attention over to Mr. Hawthorne, the Board Member tasked with leading the investigation. In Edward's mind, it was a pragmatic choice. He was one of the very few non-aristocrats on the Board. He came from an impoverished family up North. Yet, after two decades of hard work, he had become an influential figure in London. He may not have any investigative experience, but his connections him a natural choice.

Nathaniel Hawthorne got up to the head of the table, and began where Vincent left off. There had been three murders. All were loose associates of The Society, and all three were found dead. Their blood was entirely drained, and their fae relic stolen. Hawthorne went into further detail on the crime scenes, the various witnesses or most notably, the lack of. After ten minutes, it was clear to Edward, that neither Hawthorne for the Society, had any idea who was behind the fae-blood murders. Hawthorne's plan was predictable: the five of them would revisit the scenes, and re-interview the witness' until something new came up.

"As I said earlier," Nathaniel said to the room. "We still have a couple of hours of sunlight. So let's revisit the scene of Isabella Fergusson's death. And hopefully, being able to visualise the space, we will be able to deduce our next steps."

Edward fought back a yawn. As much as he respected the older man, he really was bumbling through this mess. Edward stood up with everyone else, and followed Mr. Hawthorne out into the hall and towards the back of the building where the stables were. Edward limped behind as he normally did. He felt like a useless tool. An instrument waiting to be used by the Society when they see fit. All of them were here to support Hawthorne and therefore support the Board, rather than actually catch a murderer.

"You all go ahead. I've been stuck in a carriage all day, and my leg is throwing a fit. I'll sit this own out and meet you all in the morning." The Young Viscount yelled down the hall as he lagged behind the group. Hawthorne glanced back to him in disappointment. Stopping, Edward turned back the way he came and headed to the front entrance. He was here to stop a murderer. He wasn't going to do that staring at a patch of blood on the floor. The investigation needed action.

Edward arrived at the lobby that they were in 30 minutes earlier and turned to a Footman.

"Lord Stedman." The Footman said as he bowed respectfully. Edward dipped his head in response. Pulling out a scrap of paper and a pencil, he scribbled down a note. Handing it to the Man, he said "When my carriage arrives, please give them this." The Footman nodded and opened the door for the Aristocrat.

Out on the cold street of London, the late afternoon snow started to fall more heavily. The grey clouds overhead mark a cold wintery night ahead. Pulling his cloak close for warmth, Edward raised his cane to wave down a passing Hackney Carriage. As soon as one pulled up beside him, he climbed in.

"Davis's' Amphitheatre," he ordered as he climbed in.

 

[sollie]

Louis looked between Edward and Josie with wide eyes, as if to indicate to her that it was not his intention to step in as a man, but a friend. He needn’t say a word, for Josie understood what he was thinking. Offering a small pat to his hand and a gentle smile, she nodded her head before focusing her attention on what really mattered; this briefing and her role in the whole thing. She didn’t love what the plan was, however.

Josie would be useless unless she had a suspect to listen to. Looking and wondering did nothing. Despite her adoration of her father and her respect for the Society, she couldn’t help but wonder what they’d been doing before she arrived. Had they not visited the crime scene already? Visualizing would do nothing but confuse and confound them. Still, she hadn’t yet made her mind up that she would not accompany them. After all, it was on her father’s request that she was there. She didn’t want to displease him by retreating to Aunt Isabella’s so soon.

As the meeting concluded, she hung back, giving one last look to Edward, who she’d been trying to read the entire time, or at least when she wasn’t paying attention to Nathaniel’s words. Something about him.. It just seemed suspicious. Like he’d fly off the rails anytime. Whether that was her intuition or small bits of him coming through, she didn’t know. It had been a long while since she didn’t know what someone was thinking. Was it refreshing or upsetting?

“Father,” Josie began, placing her hands atop one another. “I’m not sure I will be so useful at the crime scene. I can read the reports and they will be just as useful as looking at whatever graphic details are out there.” Vincent gave her a look, pensively considering her words. After a short moment, he decided perhaps she was right. “Alright. It is your first night… Fetch a carriage to your Aunt’s house and settle in for the night. We will meet at Headquarters again early in the morning to move on.” Nodding her head, she departed from the man, quickly making her way out into the hallway where the majority of the meeting attendees were.

She caught the fleeting feelings of disappointment in association with Edward– Josie felt vindicated in her initial suspicion of the man. Perhaps it was a good thing her gifts were not of use quite yet… She could do her own investigation while the others dillied about at the crime scene.

Quickly, Josephine made her way to the lobby, hoping she hadn’t missed him. Checking in with several persons milling about, she made sure she wasn’t waiting around for anything. Milling about the ornate room, Josie felt her heart leap in excitement when Edward’s form emerged into the lobby. Perfect. Retrieving her cloak, she quickly situated it around her shoulders before trailing behind Edward. Where was he going? Had he not just told his friend he was retiring for the night?

Grabbing handfuls of her dress, she dashed after the carriage he disappeared in, grabbing hold of the handle and flashing a smile at the Coachmen. “Silly man. He almost forgot his guest…” Briskly opening the door, she quickly got into the carriage before Edward could protest. The sudden movement of the carriage threw Josie off, lurching her forward where she nearly clobbered the man. Holding her hands out, she braced her hands on his shoulders, holding on tightly so as to not slip again. After steadying herself, she cleared her throat, quickly pushing herself off of him. “My apologies,” She quickly sat down, shifting awkwardly before remembering why she’d followed him in the first place. “Where are you going so urgently, Mr. Stedman, hmm?”

 

[MrSilence]

Edward refused the Coachman’s hand as he normally did and pulled himself up into the carriage. He then lay back in the seat as the pain from his leg crept in. Grabbing his cane tapped the hand loudly against the roof of the carriage to signal the Coachmen that he was ready. Then before the coach could leave, the coach rocked as the handle was pulled down. Before he could react, a feminine voice called out to the coachman, “Silly man. He almost forgot his guest…”.

The door swung open and the Duke’s daughter appeared. The young woman jumped into the coach; one hand on the door frame, the other holding the hem of her dress. Edward wanted to be angry, instead he was a mixture of curious and in shock. The girl had abandoned social etiquette and put herself in potential disgrace if anyone of significance saw her.

As she closed the door behind her, Edward turned to yell at the coachman. Before he could get a word out, the carriage lurched forward. Sending Josie crashing into the young Viscount. His leg erupted in pain as her hand flew out and grasped his shoulder. The nape of her neck and her long blonde hair buried his face. The warmth of her skin and her scent evaporated any pain he felt in his knee. His heartbeat raced as he clasping both of her shoulders with his hands. He wasn’t a large man, yet his hands enveloped her shoulders. Her frame felt delicate under his hands.

Edward guided the woman to the seat opposite him. He avoided eye contact with Josephine. His cheeks burned red, and the pain in his leg started to return.

“My apologies,” she said as she sat down. Edward just nodded awkwardly in response.

Even with his leg now erupting in pain, he sat opposite her more perplexed than angry. She had a boldness, and a disregard for the societal expectations put upon her. Even now, sharing a carriage with a strange man, she showed no fear of him. It didn’t come across as stupidity, maybe a little naïve, but mostly confidence.

“Where are you going so urgently, Mr. Stedman, hmm?”

Edward smiled back at her. So this is why she followed him, he thought. She didn’t trust him.

“So you’ve jumped into a strange man’s coach in front of onlookers just to ask me this question?”

Edward clasped his thigh. The pain had become unbearable and finding it hard to fight through the pain. Against his better judgment and sent a wave of endorphins to counteract the agony in his leg.

He pondered the question. He was tempted to lie, but then she already had such a low opinion of him. “What’s more important: following the rules, or looking out for the interest of our kin?” He asked. “I’m sure you found following me of more importance than visiting a seven-day-old crime scene.” He continued as the coach whipped through the snow-cladded streets. “I have an acquittance who…” He paused as he tried to find the right words. “Who has a lot of eyes and ears throughout London. His assistance might open up some new light on the situation.”

 

[sollie]

Ah, two people feeling as equally awkward as an unfortunate accident. That always made for a wonderful environment. Thankfully, though, the bustle of a hundred different voices was gone, albeit there were the quiet whispers on the street, but they were far too faint and fleeting for her to focus on them. Even the Coachman’s were rather subdued. Which only left Edward Stedman for her to hear, and yet, she couldn’t. Nothing but the steady frequency of something. It was perturbing and the hard look on her face revealed her dissatisfaction with only being able to assume what he was thinking, rather than know.

Clearly, his cane indicated some sort of physical issue. But as he squeezed his leg, the look of disgruntled pain washed away and was left with something more pleasant. Aha… That must’ve been part of his gift. But there were so many routes to take with something like that. She wouldn’t outright ask him… But there was a bit of ease to her mind knowing it was something like that, rather than something like Louis’.

“I’ve jumped in the carriage of a man I’m supposed to be investigating these crimes with.” Josie corrected in a matter-of-fact tone, straightening out her dress and cloak and smoothing them with her hands. It was times like these, she could’ve passed on the frill and flounce of high society. It didn’t do much for discretion anyways. But her mother insisted… That was besides the point. “I knew you were going off on your own. So I figured… It would probably be best to go as a pair. Especially considering there is a murderer out there threatening our lives. You should be thanking me for being so astute as to follow you… wherever you’re going.”

Sitting straighter, Josie looked at Edward with a pensive expression. They were in the same headspace in determining it was much better to take the bull by the horns. “I just felt it was better to use my talent elsewhere. Dead bodies don’t speak to me, nor do blood stains. They don’t even have a list of suspects. A nameless and faceless killer?” She laughed, shaking her head and looking out the window. “I’d rather not waste my time looking like a piece of china.”

Josie wasn’t sure what kind of “friend” Edward had, but she was willing to bet it would prove a lot more useful than revisiting the crime scene. She shifted in her seat, raising one brow. “Would the Society approve of this acquaintance? Or is that why you slunk off into the shadows without anyone?” Josie pursed her lips, but shook her head. “I’m not my father, you should know. But I do think we need to be cautious. And at least try to abide by the Societies Codes.”

 

[MrSilence]

Edward shook his head in frustration. Some people live their entire lives following the invisible rule book impose on them by their parents.

“If breaking a few rules is required to save lives then so be it. Don’t you think that if the Duke of Vincent lost a daughter, he’ll tear London apart to find the murderer?” Edward said, his gaze never leaving Josie’s. “We need to stop putting our loyalty to The Society, and start being loyal to each other.” Edward paused, as he leaned back to glance out of the carriage window. They were fast approaching his destination and he was concerned. As much as Miss Fernsby like to deny it, she appeared too much like her father, too worried about the rules. He didn’t need a woman tagging along shooting off her mouth whenever he blurred the lines of morality to get stuff done. And just looking at her, she’d stand out, with her attire, jewelry and even hair might be a fitting sight among the halls of The Society, where he was going this was going to be a problem.

The coach began to slow and pulled into the entrance way of his destination. The stone archway they pulled into was during the summer a popular park for the London Middle Class. In the weeks leading up to Christmas, it housed the cities largest festival. Even from his window Edward could hear the music float through the still winter air.

Edward sighed in defeat as he turned his attention back to the woman opposite him. “If you want to catch a killer come and follow. All we’re going to do is talk to someone. Your Father might frown on it, but talking has become illegal yet.” He said as he opened the door and made his way out into the London street.

The coach had stopped in front of a sea of tents. The sound of Christmas carols drifted through the air, intermixed with the sounds of laughter and cheers. The smell of cinnamon and chocolate replaced the usual unpleasant smells of London. Edward hobbled over to the lone stall near the entrance of the Festival. An old lady selling simple second-hand cloaks for those who had come ill-prepared for London’s weather.

Glancing behind him to see that Josie had decided to follow, he turned to the old lady.

“One cloak for the Lady please”, he asked as he handed the coins to her. Taking the cloak he turned to the young woman.

“Lets not get mugged within the first five minutes.” He said as he tucked the cane under his arm and held the cloak out to drape it over her shoulders.

“Also you should tuck that necklace away.”

 

[sollie]

“I said try, Mr. Stedman. It is impossible to walk a straight line all the time, I understand that better than most.” Oh how she wished she could hear what Edward was thinking at that moment. She’d come to realize how much she relied on her gift to provide her insight. She didn’t work much to understand people, because whether they liked it or not, she was in their head already, hearing their thoughts, their plans, their guilts, their pleasures. But Edward Stedman was like a piece of solid gabbro, dense and impossible to toss sound through. She had two cases to solve that day, one of which was less pressing but still important to the woman.

His sentiment wasn’t lost, but the Society brought people together. It allowed people like them to cultivate their gift in a safe environment. To Josie, the Society wasn’t so much an organization as it was a community of people that were brought together under one name to celebrate their talents and their differences. She couldn’t understand why he was so scorned by something as wonderful as that… Sure, it was an important group, as all things were, but… The amount of good it brought? Well, in Josie’s mind, that far outweighed that bad.

Talking was something Josie didn’t need to do, though, if his friend was anything like him, her gift would become moot. She had a feeling that wasn’t likely. Whatever it was that Edward wanted from this person, Josie would have no problem finding out other information she sought as well.

“Where are we?” Josie asked as she quickly found her way out of the coach, shuddering in the cold. It was unpleasant, but it wasn’t unbearable. Yet. Following closely after Edward, she clutched at the belt around her waist. It was unassuming for a woman to carry certain things, but Vincent had always taught Josie that safety was always more important than decorum. And following a man she barely knew into a place she didn’t know seemed as good a time as any to remember that.

She found it wise to exchange her cloak for something more simple. Unclasping the ornate and heavy cloak, she folded it up, looking at the woman. Though Edward had paid for a second hand one, it wouldn’t be wise to carry it around regardless. “Here…” She offered the expensive fabric to the woman, situating her new, more plain cloak after Edward was finished clasping it.

“I think you are greatly underestimating me.” Josie shot up at Edward, as she tucked her necklace– her relic– into the collar of her dress. “I am not a maiden in need of escort. Now, let’s make haste before the sun sets and we are caught somewhere we needn’t be after dark…”

 

[MrSilence]

“I’m not a maiden in need of escort,” Josie said as she followed him into the city of tents. Edward laughed at her response. “That little butter knife isn’t going to do anything out here.” Her naivety to a certain degree was sweet, yet now combined with confidence had bordered on annoying. Did she have any idea what the world is like, he thought. Yet he still didn’t know what her gift was

He led her slowly into the maze of tents. Even with the sun disappearing, people from all works of life were funneled into the sea of tents. They passed fortune tellers, a man selling hot chocolates, and an old lady who looked well past 100 years draw portraits for those willing to pay. A young boy not yet ten came up to the two of them. “Hot chestnuts for sale! Mister, Mister. Don’t walk around with an empty tum.”

Edward pulled three coins and dropped them into the boys hand.

“Where would I find Alexandros’ Emporium lad?” He asked as he took the small paper bag of roasted chestnuts.

The boy was eager to help and chattered away energetically giving the man directions to a large tent near the center of the Festival. Edward thanked him and continued deeper into the city of tents. The further they ventured, the louder the festivities were. The sounds of cheers, the melancholic tunes of a violin drifted in the background, interjected by the occasional dong of a distant bell.

Edward turned to the woman accompanying him, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“So Miss Fernsby, you have yet to answer my question. What brings you into this investigation? What magic makes your Father put you in harm’s way?” he asked as he snacked on the chestnuts. He offered the bag to her.

“Must be pretty unique.”

 

[sollie]

Josephine had barely been out of Chichester, no less into London. Her Aunt’s home was far from this place, tucked into well-to-do neighborhoods with her wealthy neighbors and tall gates to keep her garden splendid and unwanted guests out. Her problem didn’t lie with the new experience nor did it lie in the buzzing words of a hundred strangers– It rested in the unknowing of their desired destination. A frown tugged on her lips at his comment, her expression souring. Then again, why should she take his underestimation as a bad thing. He had no idea what Josephine Fernsby could do. Not her gift, not her skills… And he wanted to continue treating her like such, it would be his harsh awakening, not hers.

“This is not the detour we need.” Josie commented under her breaths, tugging her cloak tightly around her as if the material would warm her anymore like that. The sun was setting and filling the sky with orange and pink hues. It was beautiful, yes, but as soon as the shroud of darkness came upon the city, Josie had a feeling so too would other creatures of the night. She wondered if the others had packed up their reexamination of the crime scene yet…

Though Josie was apprehensive, she had to say, the Festival wasn’t something she necessarily hated. Outside of the number of people, the smells were pleasant and the music was good. It was about all someone could ask for in the way of fun. It was too bad she and Edward were on a mission.

Josie held up a hand to reject the chestnuts, far too concentrated to eat. She’d also found when there were so many voices up top, it was a bit difficult to keep her stomach settled if she was eating. It was unfortunate, but she was thankful she’d learned it early on. “Perhaps there is a reason I have kept that information to myself, Mr. Stedman.” She looked up at him, before focusing ahead on the path the boy had pointed out. “I’m not sure I feel completely comfortable giving you that much. Especially when I have no idea of your gift. Maybe I would be more compelled if you divulged that information with me, hm?”

 

[MrSilence]

Edward frowned as he heard her mutter under her breath.

“It was never my intention dragging you here either. We’re about to see a man who sells stolen goods for a living. He has a network of pickpockets and thieves throughout London. He has aso become somewhat of a seller of information.” Edward had dealt with him several times over the years. There were many brokers and sellers of fae artifacts, but Alexandros wasn’t one who the Society approved of. It was in fact the very relic wrapped around Edward’s wrist that Alexandros had sold to him for a hefty sum.

“Also, I’m in no rush. I’ve left word for my carriage and footmen to meet us here.” After spending a small fortune on the fae artifact, he had employed a coachman, and two footmen who had military experience.

Edward pocketed the remaining nuts as he listened to Josephine.

“So you don’t feel comfortable sharing with a fellow Society member and Fae-Kin, but you have no problem jumping into my coach, falling onto my lap, and following me into the underbelly of London.” Edward continued to hobble, cane in hand through the festival. The girl beside him was an enigma. She had this unique ability to piss him off and yet incite curiosity regarding this mysterious beauty.

“Well, I have no problem divulging why your father wants me here.” As much as he liked to string her along, if she wasn’t going to be a liability, they need to be able to work together.

“Let me show you,” he said as he stopped walking and held out his free hand. She offered her hand after a second of hesitation. Her cold hands burned against his. He hesitated himself. Always unsure how someone would react to his abilities.

He sent a wave of endorphins; a complex mix of happiness, profound joy to be in his company, and warmth to counteract the cold she felt. He allowed her a few seconds to enjoy the new sensations before quickly removing them. He had no intention of distorting her mind.

 

[sollie]

Pressing her lips together, Josie considered, for a small, fleeting moment, revealing to Edward that they might not have to pay for the information they were looking for. At times, Josie wondered if her gift was ethical. Unwillingly hearing the private thoughts of any person seemed like it would be the dream of any person, but it kept Josie up at night, pondering how morally right she was. There had been moments where she’d clutched her artifact so tightly, she swore it threatened to break off her neck. Still, in all her years of possessing it, she’d never once taken it off. It had been delicately and permanently fused together, so that the chain could only be removed with a pair of tools. A blessing at a curse.

Despite her momentary consideration, she held her tongue, soaking in the information Edward was giving to her. It brought her no ease of mind to know they were going to the den of criminals. While Josie believed she could keep herself safe out in the openness of the Festival, her butterknife might not be so efficient in the belly of a beast.

“It’s unseemingly to be out late into the night.” Josie reminded him. “And I would bet my Father will be expecting both you and me back before it becomes too late.” Though the sun had only begun to set and they likely had a few hours of time on their hand, keeping him in check seemed to be her best option. At least, for now.

“The carriage jolted forward, Mr. Stedman. It was unavoidable.” Josie said with a harsh gaze, a sprinkle of red painting her cheeks. “Accidents occur all the time! And that is incredibly besides the point. I felt it was my duty to follow you.” She would not remind him again not to underestimate her. Apparently, that idea had become moot in his mind. “My father advised us to work together… And if he doesn’t think you’re a complete goon…” Her words trailed off and she sighed. He was irritating and there was no reason to over explain her reasons, when he wouldn’t do the same.

Looking hesitantly at his hand, she was the one who suggested it. Hesitantly, she reached her own out, furrowed brows waiting for the moment of revelation and reveal of Edward’s gift. His touch was delicate enough, to her surprise. Looking up to him with a pensive look of curiosity and nervousness, it didn’t take long for her to realize.

Even though she could still hear the thoughts swirling around her, the dull pain of it disappeared and suddenly, all she could think about was how not irritating Edward Stedman was. He wasn’t all that back, in fact… He was actually more pleasant than she’d given him credit for. And warm. He was lovely.

As those feeling disappointed and her mind became a semblance of her normal, she tore her hand away, clutching it with wide eyes. She had no words, only looking at him with an expression of shock. They were more similar than she realized. Only, it seemed, Edward’s gift might be useful in getting others to cooperate. An alteration of the mind. Of the sense.

“Where’s your artifact?” Josie demanded, before realizing the harshness of her voice. “Or is it you?” It was unclear what exactly she meant, but she knew– Something on his person, or perhaps it was him, was prohibiting her ability to hear his mind and she wanted to know what it was. “Something is.. Is hindering my ability.”

 

[MrSilence]

Edward watched her outburst with curiosity; ever so tempted to jolt the endorphins back into her.

“Where’s your artifact?” She demanded. Edward frowned. Did she really take him for a fool? He took a step towards her, grabbing her hand and pushing his body close to her, he bent down to whisper in her ear. “You’re going to get us killed if you carry on like this. I will calm you down if I need to.” He threatened in her ear. His body pushed against hers. To outsiders, they were merely a couple in love. He could feel his heart pound away in his chest.

“Of course, it’s on me. I just don’t go flashing it around like it’s a fashion piece.” He hissed into her ear, his frustration growing with every breath. This woman would be the death of him. The way she appeared so clueless to what is going on.

He took a deep breath, calming himself down. While still holding Josie close, he kept walking into the heart of the festival.

“Don’t blame my good looks and my roguish charm for your inability to master your own gift.” He continued. Puzzled by her words. He’d never heard of artifacts or even individuals interfering with the use of magic. But then there was a lot that they did not understand about this new field of study.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. And you still haven’t told me what your artifact does.” He whispered as they walked.

 

[sollie]

With his step forward, she took one step back, but his grip was firm. Something about his touch, now, made Josie all the more hesitant than before. Having no control over what she felt at the hands of someone else? Maybe that was more dangerous than electricity now that she was thinking about it. The breath was caught in her throat as she gripped her hand into a fist, jaw tightening in silent vexation towards Edward. How dare he grab her like this?

Boring holes into his face, she took another step back. “You will do anything of the sort to me.” Josie said lowly and defiantly. She was beginning to formulate an idea on why he’d been suspended from the Society. He spouted all that “protect your Fae-Kin”, but threatened to use his gift against her? Maybe he was a scoundrel.

Josie wiggled from his grip, taking her arm back and keeping a small distance from her. She was acutely aware of how comforting her blade would be in her hand. Though she didn’t intend to use it on Mr. Stedman, the threat of it might be enough to discourage him from eliciting those feelings again. She rolled her eyes at his words, scoffing out. “I am a perfect master at my gift. I have been studying for over a decade.” She grumbled, scanning him up and down in an attempt to locate where he would have it on him. A ring? A necklace, like hers? Perhaps a watch of some kind?

Having calmed herself from the early incident, Josie went silent for a moment as they walked through, considering her words. “I can hear people’s minds. All of them.” She finally spoke. Gesturing to a man and his wife, she spoke quietly towards Edward. “He’s sleeping with his daughter’s piano tutor and he can’t stop thinking about it. His wife knows. She’s going to confront him as soon as they get in their carriage.” The discomfort on the couples face was at least a bit of proof. “That young lady is thinking about slipping away from her governess to see a paperboy she fancies. Her brother wants a piece of candy, but doesn’t want to pay. He’s trying to figure out the best way to distract the old man so he can steal it.”

Sighing softly, she shook her head. “I hear it all the time. But you… You’re doing something. Perhaps you’re an idiot that doesn’t think about anything at all.” She shot off, jabbing back at him with her words.

 

[MrSilence]

Josephine’s reaction shocked him out of his anger. He stood back as she retreated from him. The look of disgust on her face pained him.

“I’m…” He paused, not used to apologizing. “I’m sorry,” he said as he made his way further into the festival. He remained silent as he followed the path the boy described to him earlier. His mind swirled with a myriad of emotions and thoughts. The revelation of Josie’s magic shocked him but was instantly replaced by relief hearing that her powers didn’t work on him. As he walked, without a word, he placed his free hand into his coat pocket. With a twist of his fingers, the latch of the bracelet that he had wrapped around his wrist, came free and fell into his pocket.

He suddenly felt naked and exposed. Knowing that the person next to him had full access to his most intimate thoughts, made him uncomfortable, and vulnerable. Without even realizing it, he suddenly pictured himself walking naked beside her, and the vulnerability that came with knowing someone could hear every thought.

“I’ve removed it,” he said as he turned to her. “Am I now an open book?”

Without waiting for a reply, he discreetly wrapped the artifact around his wrist again. He had not come across artifacts interfering with the use of other magic. But, there’s a similarity between their powers; one that’s passive and one that’s active.

His own thoughts on the matter came to an end as they rounded the corner, and the large tent of Alexandros’ Emporium came into view. The large tent housed an assortment of curios, trinkets, and treasures from across the globe. Both magical and non-magical, but most likely all stolen and bought by Alexandros to sell at his Grand Emporium. Off to the side of the large tent, was a small pathway sandwiched between the two tents. Edward had visited the Greek merchant on several occasions to know where to find the man. He led Josephine to the entrance of a narrow pathway that led to the tent where Alexandros controlled his criminal empire.

Edward turned to his companion. They had known each other for less than two hours, yet they have bickered and fought at every minute. He was about to lead the Duke’s daughter into the presence of a dangerous and powerful man; it is now more than ever that they need to be on the same page.

“Let us put our differences aside for the next ten minutes. Alexandros can be… Unpredictable and very dangerous. It was your dad who teamed us up, so let’s work together.” He said as he offered his arm.

“Take my arm and put your anger aside for a moment. You can go back to disliking me after we’re done with him. Let’s focus on getting the info we need without getting killed. Hold onto my arm, if he tells the truth squeeze once, if he lies squeeze twice. And if there’s danger and we need to move squeeze three times.”