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"Lady Cassandra," a voice intoned from the cavernous adjoining room.

"Kell, you may come in." Cassandra reluctantly drew her hand from beneath her father's.

"My lady, it appears that you were tracked on your way home. A young man following you at a distance watched you enter the building, then left."

"I can't imagine why anyone would follow me. There was nothing unusual in my doings today. I had a job interview, then walked home alone."

"A pale young man, unusually tall, with rather long, silvery hair. He wasn't human."

Cassandra met the gaze of her father's principal advisor. "I did meet someone today who wasn't human. He was the barista at the coffee shop where I had my interview. He did seem a bit interested in what I was about."

Kell allowed a thin smile. "That is hardly surprising, my lady. However I must warn you to use caution when making friends. Our people have enemies everywhere."

"I want to know more of this man. I had never seen anyone like him before. But I didn't sense he wanted anything from me. And he did not seem ancient../ .

Author:s note. My backspace key is not working today, and I apologize for the lest than riveting installment. It has been an int was a bit distractiong.

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