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reflection of the window, tucki

ck hair into a tidy enough bun. Today could be the day I finally gain financial independence. No longer will I have to rely on anyone other than myself. Through the window, I meet the s

ow,” he reminds me, leaning against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. Leven and I have been friends for as long as I can remember, and as soon as I could

b,” I remind him, watching him tilt his head,

he comments, raising a light ey

here from the small apartment Lev and I share before heading off to my interview would be a mistake. Since last night when I

falling back onto the plush couch that is a part of the designated reading ar

er you. Working in a pr

e patients there have magic related injuries that have rendered them unable to participate in our society here in the Harmony Pack. Here,

warms me from the inside. I sometimes forget he has no officially inherited this store from his parents. I used to have the biggest crush on

ug before quickly pushing through the bookstore door, dodging customers as they breeze. Le

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wouldn’t have expected my boss to look like this. He lounges casually back in his seat, sifting through the paper before him as if none of it truly makes se

ne. The more I stare at them, the more frightening they become,

tion?" he asks casually, looking at my resume

is is the only place that may take me. He runs his finger along his lower lip as he thinks. I’ve decided this man before me is attractive in this dark, predatory

seriously mentally ill,” he murmurs, dark brows raising beneath his black hair, th

e the best life possible, which I'm willing to help with,” I t

d repairs,” he tells me slowly, clearly predicting I’m hoping to change them, to make them better despite my lack of experience. Ye

worth taking care of. I just hope I can do it and manage everything else going on in my life. Once L

here?" I nod. "Ju

ve here, in the Harmony Pack. He doesn’t have the common features, yet I’ve already established he must be a foreigner. Yet there is something

urs?" he questions, snapping

y Pack since I was young. After my parents died I was sent here to live with my Uncle, which is how I met Lev in the local school. Now I live with him,

n. Is starting Monday next week work fine with you?" he questi

hat's p

as if he expects me to change my mind. How bad can this place truly be? How badly are the patients here damaged?

t he has to put a security code into the panel, sending us quickly plummeting downward. He’s too tall to be normal, too broad

y natural lighting," he comments as the elevator gli

hat's not

omplex, a long hallway extending out in front of us. Looking around, there are closed doors everywhere, no w

rry about holding a conversation with any of them,”

is t

g darkness, and then as my eyes adjust, I realise I’m looking at cells. The iron bars are a stark contrast to the rest of the f

ng back against the wall, following my

particular I recommen

nts to tell me, yet something stops him. Instead, he cle

nod as I follow after him, but not without casting one last glance