I kept staring at Samil's hand, wondering what could cause the sudden change of the seal's power. Then I remembered what the message spinning inside the seal said. There was something about the seal accepting ones magic… Perhaps, I was using my magic around Samil often enough for the demonic power to acknowledge me as a witch somehow. I was so lost in thoughts that I didn't realize that Samil had already finished his conversation with Mr. Romero and walked my way.“Was my seal glowing just now?” Samil noticed me staring.“N-no… I was just thinking about something,” I smiled awkwardly.“I should go back to the clinic. We cannot delay notifying my family about the Old man's state any further, so it's going to be hectic quite soon,” he sighed and put his arms around me.I hugged him tight and stroked his back. He seemed to be exhausted. I wished that I could give him strength using my magic, but I didn't thin

“Honey? Are you here?” I suddenly heard Camilla's voice coming from behind the corner.Samil rolled his eyes, annoyed.“Yes. I'm here,” he replied reluctantly.She appeared, then walked over with a smile on her face. Certainly, the smile disappeared as soon as she noticed me standing near Samil.“Are you done powdering your nose?” Samil asked, painting a false smile on his face.“Yes, but… what is she doing here?” Camilla hissed.“She was also there when the Chairman was attacked,” Samil explained.“Oh dear…” she walked closer to me with a vicious smirk on her face, “You must have been very lucky. I heard there were many bullets around, yet none of them hit you,” she mocked.“Camilla, stop it!” Samil called, tired of her insolence.“Why should I stop?! She keeps appearing wherever you are, but you seem to b

Mr. Borda looked straight into my eyes and smiled. His face was getting more pale than before, as if his life forces were slowly leaving his body. He started coughing again. I grabbed his hand without knowing. “Heal,” I whispered, desperately trying to ease his suffering. “Don't!” he called angrily, tossing away my hand, “Don't waist… your energy!” “Why?!” I asked nervously, “I don't know if I'm able to… but maybe I could even save your life!” I couldn't understand why he rejected my help. “It's the way it is supposed to be… You shouldn't go against the natural order and interfere in life and death,” he scolded me. “Natural order… But you were shot!” I couldn't accept his way of thinking. “I would have died either way,” he slightly shrugged. “W-what…?” I muttered, startled. “When you broke the seal on me… I have already developed a brain tumor… a lethal kind,” he sighed. “So… I did something unnecessary?! The ri

I didn't remember much of what had happened later that day. I vaguely recall Mr. Romero driving me home. I remember calling my Grandma and telling her about Arlo Borda's death, and that, from now on, I decided to always refer to him as Grandfather Borda, just as he wanted to before he died. I wished I could contact Samil freely and bring him some comfort, but Mr. Romero warned me that I shouldn't, because there were too many eyes on Samil, and revealing anything about our true relationship could jeopardize all his efforts to gain support among the Sirio's board members. In the end, I didn't hear from Samil until the day of the funeral.I was anxious. I wished that I could tell that I found out that it was possible that Victor Artois joined forces with some other family, and that other family probably collaborated with the eldest. I knew that it was all based solely on my suspicions, and I needed solid proof. Nevertheless, my every instinct was telling me that Victor Artois wa

Samil pinned me to the wall. In his eyes I could see an overwhelming desire. I gasped. He started kissing down my neck, caressing my skin with his lips. I shivered under his touch. He started unbuttoning my shirt. His moves were rough, impatient to touch my naked skin. I amazingly yearned for his touch. I surrendered to his desire completely. We got lost in passion. We undressed ourselves while standing in the corridor by the door. We wanted each other too much. Samil's caresses made me feverish. It felt like he was devouring me with his kisses and touch. Suddenly, he took me in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. He pinned me down, then started caressing my whole body, slowly going down and reaching the inner side of my thighs. I moaned in ecstasy, as he came inside me, making me lose myself in amazing pleasure. There was something different in the way he touched me. He treated me tenderly, making me feel precious. Somehow, it didn't feel like we were having sex