n, and although he is a patient here as much as any other, I've been told by all the other staff to avoid him, which is a demand that has been entrenched into their minds since they were

what I'm going to say to defend myself, knowing I'm about to lose my job. Suddenl

hat is labelled on a small silver plaque, overseer. I got the impression he was just another manager, altho

p into the office. I do so stiffly, watching him carefully as I pass

mes a year," I note, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. I'm confused, since I saw thi

small sitting area to the left of his main office space, sitting down in one of the grey lounge cha

, and I don't visi

cided to conduct your int

ou wanted

lige his command, at this point desiring to do whatever I can to keep m

attempt to communicate with him. Stace doesn't appear angry, though, watching me carefully with those tumultuous

ak," I say, a hint of pride on my voice knowing

rs, leaning forward so his elbows rest on his thighs, hands clasped together. I lean back i

is dangerous," I re

ck. I'm almost convinced it's not just a trick of the light that makes them look like they are moving ever-so slowly, like they have a life of their own.

I do

ow often he gets his way with just the twist of his words - he looks like someone everyone is used

ly. I'm not sure where this confidence is coming from; perhaps it's a desire to keep my job. Or maybe it's because Stace doesn't look angry, or frustrated - in f

rance. I suddenly can't swallow past the lump in my throat, having this unca

cup of water I hadn't noticed was in front of him. I'm too entranced by his intense g

you to trust them bef

uldn't

trusted," Stace says as a final warning, leaning ba

Outside I can see the capital city of the Harmony Pack and all its towering buildings. I forge

here is nothing natural about his appearance...He has that otherworldly beauty that only pure-blood immortals possess - they live and govern ov

ving his hand about as if it's a crazed notion, although I'm starting to suspe

eath. "Will I lose

becoming more serious suddenly. I shudder, not having to think too deeply into what he

but that doesn't stop my fascination with him, who he is and why he's here. Nor does it stop me from w

a moment. "Because

think I u

dmits. I'm taken aback by how honest he is being, since everyone else who works here doesn't like to speak much on the reality of why Cian ended

ike Cian has no obligation to be here, in the mortal realm anyway, so I'm not sure what lured him to admit himself here

lazing over slightly. So there is more to it, but nothing I'm going to get out of my

tting to my feet. Stace joins me, grabbing a hold of my

round my wrist, touching my skin. He's not hurting me, and I'm not frightened,

ugh I'm not,"

only work here, and are likely unimportant to you, you won't eve

ting obse

not a mortal," I add

he comments, letting go of my wrist

good chance I may never see him again, but out of pride, I summon calm over

e to explain everything that happened. First, I want to visit Cian's cell and at least say goodbye, let him know why I will no longer be ret

ne of Cian's figure. Yet, as I wait a few moments longer, a horr