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about the Source… it kind of sounds like a religious belief, and…”
    “Why are you suddenly asking about the Source now?” I had no interest in talking about the entity that had caused so much turmoil in the life of my father. I had been taught the Source was always right—knew everything and did everything for a reason, but I was unsure what I even believed anymore. I had spent my youth lost, but this new sensation was something different entirely.
    “Ok, I don’t want to open wounds or anything by talking about Charlotte, but she and Samantha made it sound like the Source is the ultimate authority on everything.”
    “I used to think so.” Before I learned of the treacheries it could commit.
    “Used to?” Ainsley put a hand on my arm. “Charlotte and Samantha made it sound like the Source was always right.”
    “Of course Charlotte would say that.” I filled with anger, as a foreign memory flooded my mind. It worked the same way as last time. First complete blackness, followed by being forced to watch an unfamiliar scene.
    My father grabbed Emma’s arm.
    "What are you doing?" Emma hissed. "If Alexander sees you we will both be in trouble."
    "I do not need his permission to speak with you.”
    "He is my Gerard." Emma glanced around the room as if looking for him.
    "By some sort of black magic. There is no other explanation. You know that." My father loosened his hold on her arm.
    "He is my Gerard." Her eyes were bright. “I love him.”
    My father paled. "Please. Emma think about it.”
    "Think about what? I am grateful we never did anything stupid. I cannot imagine having had to explain that to Alexander tonight."
    His face reddened. "This is not what the Source intended."
    "The Source is always right. Always. I know you are disappointed, but it is time for you to accept that and take your place on my Guard. I need you.”
    "You expect me to stand by and watch you with Alexander?" My father’s voice was full of panic.
    "You have no choice.” Emma sighed. “He is my Gerard."
    “Emma, look at me.” He put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. “Is Alexander truly who you love?"
    “What was between us is over. I hope you find your kindred one day.” Emma shook off his hands and ran down the hallway toward the banquet.
    He stood there watching as she disappeared from his view. His face was once again full of anguish.
    The Gerard, who I now knew was named Alexander, walked over and joined him. “I do not want you speaking with her without me present. You think I do not know what you are doing?"
    "You know as well as I do how wrong this is." My father’s hands become fists at his sides.
    "It is not for us to decide what is right or wrong." Alexander smiled, and his eyes darkened.
    "Yes, it is all the Source." There was sarcasm in my father’s voice.
    "The Source and others." Alexander’s eyes darkened further until they were completely black.
    "What are you implying?" My father’s eyes widened.
    “Nothing. Nothing at all.” Alexander’s eyes returned to normal. “Now if you will excuse me, it is time I consummate my union with my Essence.” He grinned and walked away.
    My father’s hands balled into fists as he stood in the same place. Moments later he watched as Alexander led Emma up the elaborate stairs of the castle. He hurried out through the castle doors.
    “James?” Ainsley repeated my name with alarm pulling me from my father’s memory.
    I shook myself. “Yes. Sorry.” The memories pulled me in with no warning, which could be a very big problem.
    “Are you okay?’ She watched me with worry. “You were completely spaced out.”
    “I was just remembering something.” I was. Although it was not my own memory.
    “What were you remembering?”
    “Nothing.” I shook my head. “Let us forget it.”
    “It had to be something.” Her voice was soft and silky.
    “Nothing of importance to you.”
    “To me?” She put a hand to her chest.
    I had said the wrong thing