It was a familiar café, one Eva always came to in the morning or evening for her favourite vanilla crème muffins and tea. She looked up at the white sign of it, then looked at her uncle, who strode forward towards the door without looking back at her. After she found him near her dorm, she went to her room and, after a change of clothes, she came down, looked at him, and, trying her best to keep her voice steady, she told him in no uncertain terms:“You can’t do anything here. We will talk, or I will call the cops.”It was best to take him to a place that was crowded and where she was a regular. So if something happened, there were more chances for someone to call for help, and in a crowded place, Henry wouldn’t be able to use any of his supernatural abilities.She watched Henry go for the corner table silently. Eva couldn’t help but feel wary of him as he humoured her, and she put in an order—for pretence’s sake, but also for steeling herself for what she was about to do. Until now,
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