Robert Witherspoon passed me a glass of wine he brought, then looked around the room like he was searching for something or someone. I gazed inside the glass anxiously. There were no signs of any weird substance at the bottom of the glass, yet I couldn't be certain about it, it could have been some drug in a form of liquid as well. Surely, there were about more 50% chances that I was acting paranoic and Robert didn't have any ill intentions towards me. Nonetheless, his way of acting kept changing from Mr. Nice Guy to a player, while we were chatting, and now he was behaving even more suspiciously. I knew it's natural to offer someone a drink, but I got a strange feeling like he was holding his breath for me to drink it. My hands started to shake, especially the one holding a glass. I kept thinking what should I do not to cause any turmoil just in case I was completely wrong. Should I try my magic again? However, this situation was much more complicated than the one with Jane

His lips wandered around my neck making my skin burn. I was standing there petrified realizing that it was the drug talking, that I should push him away from me… but I couldn't. The second my common sense returned I decided to move, even a little away from him, but his body almost fell on mine pinning me to the wall behind. “S-sir… Sir…!” I muttered, “You… you cannot do this… wake up…” He was like in a trance, like an animal led by instinct. He could barely stand by himself, but his hands started to delicately stroke my cheeks, my neck, my shoulders, and going down my neckline… “Sir!” I called pushing his body away from mine. He didn't seem to react to my pleading, he grabbed my hands, intertwining his fingers, then pressed my hands against the wall. I couldn't resist him, his strength was overpowering, I started to fear him in that state… “S-Samil…” I mumbled. He suddenly stopped. He let go of my hands, raised his head and looked at m

Camilla Artois, the golden-haired fiancé of the man I deeply cared about, was now standing silently with a glare that was clearly telling me she was seconds before bursting out. I put down my concealer and glanced at her curiously.“What can I do for you, Ms. Artois?” I asked with a professional smile.“You little seductive bitch…” she squeezed through her teeth, “How long did you beg him to get to Lua Media anniversary instead of me?!”I sighed and closed my eyes. My heart ached too much for me to be agitated by her words.“Why does her type has to be so predictable?” I wondered.“Ms. Artois… why don't ask your fiancé about why he didn't ask you to come with him, and took his secretary instead,” I suggested calmly.“You dare talk back to me?!” she roared.At that moment, I had a feeling of déjà vu… I clearly had be

After reading a message from Samil and getting sure that I was not going to be fired I could finally try falling asleep. One thing was for certain, I was getting tired of constant accusations, I was getting tired of taking one step forward and two steps back. I became much closer to admitting that I needed Sister's help. She could truly become my only hope…Surely, I believed that my Grandma would do her best in finding a way to solve my problems, she was going to risk everything, so I didn't die on my birthday, but perhaps, that was the whole point… Deep in my mind I knew that she was even going to sacrifice herself in order to make me live, and I was not going to stand back and watch her decide on something like that. I needed to make a choice on my own, and my choice was clear. I had to learn how to fully understand and control my magic. I needed to work on some backup plan, in case it would turn out that Samil and I weren't meant to be together after all&hel

I followed Sister to the theatre's audience hall, where she had her “room” and tons of magic books she gathered over the years. She invited me to sit and offered a tea. Then she sat next to me and observed me with a faint smile.“What made you come here again?” she asked curiously.“A lot of things…” I laughed nervously, “But I think the main one was… I need to be able to protect the ones close to me and myself…”“Good,” Sister chuckled, “Tell about your magic. Tell me what do you feel when you cast a spell.”I took a deep breath before I answered her question, like a student at the oral exam.“I feel a force running through my body whenever I put my emotions in what I want,” I explained hesitantly.“But… I can see your are not certain of your own magic,” she glanced at me testing me.“I don't know whether