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knew he was right. No one would give her this accomplishment.
    No one would let her do anything but go
to work as a grounds keeper.
    “Do not look so sad,” he
said softly, lifting his free hand and delicately brushing her bangs
back just a bit, his fingertip grazing her forehead just momentarily.
“While I was inside you,” those words felt so significant
with how he said them, “I felt your apprehension. Your fear.
Not the details, no,” he remarked, looking upon her with a mix
of warmth and happiness, “but what drew me most was your
ambition.”
    Her button nose crinkled slightly as
she looked away. “That sounds weird when you say it like that.
Those things are private. Those feelings.”
    He laughed delicately, “I could
not read your thoughts,” he said gently. “I felt them, as
I can feel them now.” That notion made her worry, though he
continued, clarifying. “I can read your emotions through your
expressions, sweet dear. They are as plain as day to me.”
    She wasn’t to call him her slave.
He told her to see him as an equal, but it was tearing her in two
directions. She wanted to revel in her power, at her success, but she
was unable to with him… lurking. Being a part of her. She
hadn’t understood what she was agreeing to.
    And at the same time, the sense of
being… with someone. Of having someone that cared, close at
hand, was so nice. It was something she’d longed for since she
was a child.
    She swallowed. “Then what am I
feeling now?”
    The wry smirk he gave her might’ve
been construed as something less wholesome, but for some reason it
only felt playful to her as she gazed on that smooth, blemish free
face of his. “You are conflicted,” he said, and he rose
up from his knee and retreated back a couple of steps, twirling in
such a casual way that caused his robes to lift and spin, showing a
glimpse of his bare knee and thigh. “You need to impress the
masters of your world, no?” he asked with one brow cocked high.
    “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t
have summoned a demon from some hellish place into our world,”
she agreed with some sarcasm.
    “And time is of the essence,”
he added as a statement rather than questioning.
    Casually he began to move his fingers
in the air, meticulous little gestures like she’d seen wizards
sometimes do, though his seemed so much more fluid than theirs. His
whole body, with every movement, had a fluid sort of grace to it that
was captivating to watch. “Only by showing them powers you were
denied the knowledge of, do you stand a chance to rise above your
station, hmm?” Conjured from the air before him, she watched
wisps of light begin to form, like crackling fire.
    “And something that they couldn’t
chastise me for stealing a book containing it,” she added on,
remembering what he had said last night. She was captivated by his
motions and she felt that lingering power in the air come alive.
    The billowy sleeve of his robe flowed
back as the air churned, and she watched as the tendrils of flame
took shape before him. He was silent, but she saw as strands of his
glossy black hair whipped about his face. It took some force of will
to accomplish on his part, but before her eyes the visage of a fiery
fox took shape.
    It was orange with the embers of fire,
but it was unmistakable. It’s large, triangular ears perked,
and when Varuj at last finished, the flames died down, and the
creature before her looked like a beautiful rainbow of lights, taken
on animal form.
    Her lips parted, and she was rendered
speechless. The young woman was blown away by the sight and wasn’t
certain what to make of it. He made it seem so easy. So graceful.
    “How?”
    “The how is the hardest part,”
he said, brushing back his hair and fixing it after his display.
Though as he smiled, the prismatic fox sniffed at the air, then
bounded over to her, its large tail swishing in the air as it buried
its nose into her lap. “I will teach you the how, but it will
take the