THOMAS

July 28, 1899

I should have known better than to let my guard down around Sav. Once a trickster, always a trickster.

He is now suggesting that I use my magic to propel him to a career of greatness on the stage, just as I have done with Neville Wighton. A near-identical arrangement. How dare he stoop so low? He knows what Neville has put me through. Sav tried to claim that he and I would be equal partners in the endeavor, but I am no fool. Well, I may have been once, but no longer!

And after all he did and said to prove his plans of using me were in the past. All his heartfelt letters…

It pains me to admit that maybe he does have a promising future as a performer. He is quite the thespian, with how he keeps convincing me that his feelings for me are genuine and that I am not just a means to an end, as I have been for so many others.

I simply want someone to love me for the person I am, not what my magic can gain them.

Obviously, that is far too much to ask.