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was no doubt going on as the council figured out what their next step was going to be about Tsubame and the Russian Clan, who had promptly left to go back to their home country where they would undoubtedly prepare to wage some type of war against the woman.
    He concentrated on his breathing, much more than he usually had to, and shifted to his ethereal vision, instinctively finding the red wisp that until recently had been chains and connected him to the young sorceress who more often than not occupied his thoughts. He hadn’t been this conflicted about her since those early days when he was still trying to figure out whether it was worth getting to know her as Bastet had decided or to kill her and get on with his life. Her mother had a lot to do with it, but what he didn’t tell MaLeila or Bastet that most of it had to do with MaLeila herself.
    Saying she was feisty was a cliché. Most young women he knew were feisty, but when they were threatened or put in a dangerous situation, all that fire got thrown out the window along with common sense while they waited for someone else, usually a man, to rescue them. As much as he’d loved his mother that was something he had always resented her for, no matter how much he tried to justify her inaction because of the situation they had been forced into. But MaLeila, even with him pointing a gun to her face, was determined to fight him to the end when he finally did corner her and she could run from him no longer. And when she finally subdued him, she had been ready to kill him if he tried to make a move again. The only thing that had stopped her from doing it before being that he was Bastet’s brother. She’d had more balls than men three times her age; that was for sure. It was the fact that she’d managed to impress him so that stopped him from killing her immediately, made him curious enough to come to town every few months in addition to checking in with his sister and because he also liked the girl’s mother. And she was also the reason he decided to stick around once her mother died and her brother decided to go on another tour oversees.
    He may have been somewhat socially inept, but he was far from stupid or blind. He was very aware that there was a natural chemistry between them, partly born out of spending so much time together but mostly because they both seemed to have an innate understanding of each other’s motivations and drives. It had scared the fuck out of him, so he spent most of his time when around MaLeila trying to keep her on her toes and throwing her off when she managed to pinpoint something about him that he rather not talk about. Besides, chemistry didn’t mean a God damned thing. He and Claude had chemistry too and that had fucked Devdan over. Not to mention the bindings, specially made to make the one they were bound to more apt to affinity to the one they were bound with. And even with them gone, Devdan still wasn’t sure where the effects of the binding ended and his real feelings began, what emotions were lingering effects of the forced bond between them.
    Still, Devdan found himself reaching out with his magical senses to touch the red wisp that connected him to MaLeila, so weak and mangled without the support of the chains that had once bound them, so weak that Devdan bet he could easily severe it. But even though he could, even though he could end this, destroy the last exercising of authority and control Claude had on him, he couldn’t bring himself to even touch it.
    Devdan sighed and retreated from his ethereal vision. He glanced at his gun and manipulated the shadows to swallow it into a pocket in limbo until he needed it again. Then he got up and followed Bastet’s lingering presence, otherwise he might have gotten lost as he made his way through what was one of the many safe houses and sanctuaries the Magic Council had scattered around the world. He found his sister in a greeting room nursing a cup of coffee with Tilila and Jaffe next