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from The Unforgiven (First Draft.) by Leila Miller

Chapter 5

Angela turned down the hall toward Lycargus’ office. The anger from yesterday still smoldering. All she wanted was to do her job. Technically, going into a mortals dream without permission was not smart. The worse was that she failed. Not only did she break the rules she had very little to show for it. 

The last thing she wanted to do was mentor a new Oneiroi. She wanted excitement, and adventure. None of which she would get while mentoring a new apprentice.

“Maybe mentoring an apprentice will familiarize yourself with the rules you so casually disregard.” She whispered mimicking Marcello before he ordered her out of his office. 

She turned down the hall and bumped into Keelie. The small blond tumbled to the floor. 

“ I am sorry.” They both said in unison. Then broke out in giggles. Angela held out a hand to help Keelie from the floor.

“Thanks.” Keelie accepted. “What’s your hurry?” 

“My punishment.” Angela said in a dry voice. ”Marcello sentence me to an apprentice.”

Keelie grimaced. 

“Gus is in a meeting.” She said referring to her brother. “But he shouldn’t be long.” Keelie walked with Angela, using her key to unlock the door. “Go ahead and wait. I’m sure he wont mind.”

“Thanks!” Angela sat in a chair in front of the desk. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Catch up with me after, I’ll be at *location. I’m curious which apprentice Gus gives you.” With a wave Keelie headed out the door.

Angela sat for a while, before she got bored. She got up to pace around the room when she heard a thumping coming from another door tucked discreetly beside a bookcase. She looked over her shoulder, and made her way to the entrance.

The sound of voices reached her the closer she got to the door. She paused. 

“Lycargus, I trust there is a reason for you to call me down here.” The snooty tone of Marcello met her ears.

The sound of Lycargus laughter rang out in the hall. She was about to head back the way she came when the next sentence caught her attention.

“We need to talk about a traitor in your Agent Core.” Angela stiffened, and in a split second made the decision to creep forward to lean against the wall. This way she could keep an eye on the door and hear at the same time. She could pretend she was getting a book if someone walked in, she thought with a grin.

“Traitor? Here? Not possible.” Marcello lost some of his arrogance, and she imagined his face lost some of it’s color. 

“It is possible and it’s happeni...






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