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Alec
Two Weeks Later
Two weeks pass. I’ve never been great at waiting. And when I’m anxious, I find there’s nothing more irritating than paparazzi in my face. Sure, they’ve been following me around my whole life. But since I turned eighteen? Locusts are more subtle. And it’s always the same questions.
Excited for your Glass Slipper Ball?
Chosen your bride yet?
Give us a name, Alec!
A few times, I came close to casting a silencer spell. But MITRE has already been snooping around our offices. There’s no need to make headlines about what the agency calls aggressive magic.
At last, the big night arrives. Knox and I lounge on the couch in my office. I even dragged the thing further into the shadows so no one would notice us. The only source of light is a single lamp over my desk.
We
