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mentioned that you’re here to see me?’ I asked with a polite smile.
    The guy took his time. He folded the paper he’d been reading, and when he finally looked at me I was flexing my fingers with impatience, rudely sighing and puffing.
    ‘Miss Taylor, can we move to more private room?’
    I stood in front of him, looking at his deep blue eyes and feeling like my magic was slowly waking up. The familiar tingle rolled over my back and the usual feeling settled once again in my stomach. Electricity filled the air, and I was sort of relieved that my energy had returned.
    ‘I’m sorry, but could you please tell me what is this about? I don’t think we met?’ I said, digging for any memories that would indicate why I should have known this odd paranormal. He didn’t respond straight away, but he continued to stare at me, his eyes beaming with curiosity.
    ‘We met a long time ago. I don’t think you would remember because you were a little girl back then. Miss Taylor, I insist—we need to have a one-to-one conversation, in private. I can’t do this in any other way.’
    His voice was deep and enigmatic. My magic was surging through me, igniting my fingers that I was hiding behind me.
    ‘Fine, whatever. Let’s go then, but I don’t think that’s really necessary.’
    Kate was trying to pin down the stranger with her eyes, but I doubted very much that this could get her anywhere. The older paranormals seemed powerful enough to turn any spell around.
    I took the stranger to the interview room, trying to figure out what was happening to my body. All morning and half of afternoon I felt useless and now all of a sudden my energy returned, jetting through me fast, heating up my blood.
    The older elf sat down on the chair and nodded for me to sit opposite. As I took a closer look at him, my wild power settled down and my fingers stopped sparkling. The elf was now smiling and looking around the office with even more curiosity. His eyes stopped on the hole in the ceiling. Last year Nathaniel had come here, hoping that I would sleep with him, and my magic had gone out of control, pulling part of the celling down.
    ‘Your magic is still strong in this room. Did something happen here?’ asked the stranger, narrowing his eyes on me. My anxiety flared up and hot and cold airwaves pulsed through me.
    He is a stranger; he doesn’t know anything about me.
    ‘Can you tell me who you are, first of all?’ I asked in high-pitched tone, losing my patience. I didn’t like his ambience and the fact that he knew more about me than he would share.
    ‘My name is Tron Hendrixon, and I’m one of the eldest elves that still live amongst humans. I’m here to help you with your hmm… how to put it right … oh yes—incidents with magic. I want to help you to control it.’
    I took a deep breath and looked away, thinking fast. He couldn’t be serious. No one knew about my ‘incidents,’ not even my father.
    ‘You’re losing me, Mr. Hendrixon. I don’t know what you are talking about. I’m half elf and I’m magical like you. I don’t have any incidents or problems with my magic,’ I insisted. I wasn’t prepared to talk about my lethal outburst with a stranger who was dressed like he was in the wrong century, although I was curious to ask him about visions where I’d seen my mother dying.
    ‘I didn’t have a chance to talk to your grandmother yet, but if she were here, she would agree with me. Have you been blacking out lately? Have you been experiencing any memory loss?’
    ‘No, no, and no,’ I lied, feeling more and more anxious about his true accusations. My grandmother would never send someone else to tell me that I needed to gain control of my magic. I didn’t trust him, although he was spot on about what had happened to me in the past few days.
    ‘You’re lying. I can always tell. You had at least two blackouts and you are afraid that you killed someone last night,’ Tron stated, finally losing that creepy smile.