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naturally to things, like you know exactly what your
powers can and can’t be used for.”
    He chuckled slightly.
    “Portia, you do have an unnatural ability to
control your powers when you use them, but no one expects you to
know what you’re doing or to even feel comfortable with them at
this level. My powers manifested at the age of five. I’ve had years
to learn to manage and master them effectively. It’ll probably take
the same amount of time for you to come into your own as well.
Don’t sweat it. Just take your time, play around with your powers,
and feel out what you can do. You’ve reacted to situations as a
normal human being your whole life. It’s going to take time to
change that mentality.”
    “You just make everything look so easy.” I
smiled at him. “How are things for you now that you’ve assimilated
more powers?” I asked, referring to the powers he had taken from
his father during their fight to the death.
    He sighed heavily.
    “That’s the perfect example of what I’m
trying to tell you. I have powers that I’m not even aware of. At
some point in my life I may discover them and learn how to properly
use them to the point that they’ll begin to feel comfortable to me.
It really is a trial and error process, and not having any
knowledge of the people my dad performed a demon kiss on, I really
don’t know what kind of magic is there.” He laughed a little then.
“See, we’re kind of in the same boat.”
    “True,” I replied seeing his point. “But
you’re already very accomplished in your magic. What if I never
reach the level that people expect of me? I don’t want to be a
disappointment.”
    He lifted my hands to his lips then and
kissed them.
    “You’ll never be a disappointment to anyone,
baby,” he said. “Just keep doing what you’re doing and try to
figure things out for yourself. If it’ll help you feel any better,
maybe we can find some time to work on our magic together,” he
suggested.
    “I think I’d like that,” I replied with a
smile, and he kissed me lightly on the lips.
    After several long minutes of standing there
together, we noticed a black car pull up alongside the restaurant.
A young man, who looked to be in his early twenties, stepped out
and began to walk over to us.
    “Mr. and Mrs. Mangum?” he asked while he
approached.
    “Yes,” Vance replied, turning to stand in
front of me.
    “I’m Brian Fitzgerald,” he said, extending
his hand politely.
    Vance reached out and shook it.
    “Vance,” he replied with a nod before
turning to me. “And this is my wife, Portia.”
    I laughed internally at the notable emphasis
he put on the “my wife” part. The Alpha male in him was obviously
racing to the surface. He was definitely more determined to put his
stamp on me of late.
    “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said with a
smile. I reached out and shook his hand also.
    “Likewise,” he replied with a bright smile,
his green eyes flashing as his sandy hair ruffled gently in the
breeze.
    He was a nice looking man, I thought to
myself, only to feel the tiniest surge of jealousy run through
Vance’s head as he picked up on that particular thought. I squeezed
his hand in reassurance. No one in the world would ever be better
looking to me than Vance.
    “I spoke with your father then?” Brian
asked, and he looked at me with a congenial expression.
    “Yes.” I nodded.
    “He was inquiring about some information
that would lead you to find your family,” he said, turning to
Vance. “I’m happy to say that I have that information right here
for you.”
    He reached a gloved hand into his pocket,
pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to Vance.
    “The Cummings family is much respected
around here,” he added. “I’m pleased to meet another relative of
theirs. They’re great people.”
    “Really?” Vance replied, quirking an eyebrow
up at him.
    I knew he was more than a little confused.
We were expecting that his grandparents were possibly