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I have been sticking to the shadows, like the ghost some people call me, watching Fi mingle in the crowd. I haven’t seen anything suspicious yet but this is a big group so I'm not sure if I've seen everyone. I need more eyes, only Fiona won’t tell her brother about the so-called gift. Therefore I have to be vigilant.
I'm about to approach her, when Lily says something in her ear. She looks around zeroing in on Timber. Excusing herself from the conversation she was having with my Aunt and Uncle, she motions to him to follow her to her work station.
With her occupied in one area, I can concentrate a little easier on the guests that’s milling around. There seems to be so many that it is virtually impossible.
“Why are you watching my baby sister so closely?” Blood growls from behind me. I knew he was there before he even spoke. He’s been watching me since he got here with the others.
“No particular reason. I’m watching all the guests. After all, I’m here to protect Mr. and Mrs. Marcus. You never know where there will be a potential threat.”
“Yet, I know that you were already here before they even got here. So tell me, why exactly you are staying so close to Fi.” I can hear anger bubbling up although he keeps a tight grip on himself. I admire that.
“I need to check out the layout ahead of time. Fiona was generous enough to allow me to do that in the hours before the opening.” Shrugging my shoulders as if it were not a big deal.
“You just keep your eyes and your hands to yourself where she is concerned.”
“I get this overwhelming feeling that you do not like me, Blood. What exactly have I done to offend you?” I ask as I turn my full attention on him.
“Just stay away from her.” He demands through gritted teeth before walking away.
“You sure know how to piss that one off.” My Uncle says from my other side.
“He’s protective of his sister. An admirable trait. I can respect that.”
“Does that mean you will stay away from the girl?”
“No.” Is the only answer I give before I head toward Fiona’s workstation. I can hear Uncle Tony laugh as I stride away. I’m sure he is dying to ask me more but he won’t. He knows me well enough to know that when I am ready to let him know anything, I will do so without any prodding.