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turned to Ascher, hate flooding her hazel eyes. “You’ve caused her enough pain, Ascher Rousseau. Leave her be , or I’ll put a spell on you that will last a hundred years!”
    Ascher smirked , undaunted by her threat. “I’m not afraid of you, Casey. I could cease every bodily function you have with one glance. I only tolerate you because of Ags. The next time you threaten me, block your mind first.” With that, he stared her in the eyes, planting a subliminal deep in her brain.
    Casey clutched her head.
    “It’s too late Casey , I’m already in there. I see it all.” He continued his stare while washing her brain clear of his threat. He focused in on her deep subconscious and opened his eyes, allowing her to see the red rage saturating his vision.
    She startled and stepped away from him.
    Grabbing her arm, he pulled her back to him. “You will go to Ags and convince her to help bind my friend,” he spoke in a slow and persuasive tone.
    Casey wavered like a brain washed zombie before repeating his verbal suggestion. “I will convince Aggie to bind your friend.”
    Ascher patted her on the shoulder and waved his hand across her eyes, releasing her from his mind spell.
    Confused, she whispered, “Ascher, what are you doing here?”
    “I was just visiting with Ags. Tell her to give me a call. The number is still the same.” His eyes glowed red again. “And remember what I said .” He gave her what he knew to be a haunting, but pleasant smile, his teeth glinting. “Good seeing you again, Casey. Take care.”

Four ~ A Mathematical Certainty
     
    Romania
    Ursula stormed into the formal hall , waving a piece of paper in her hand, her clenched jaw quivering with fury. The contortion on her face matched the blood blazing in her vision.
    Clive drew in a staggered breath.
    “A postponement,” she roa red. “He wants a postponement!”
    Clive attempted to soothe her but she disappeared, morphing away from him. She materialized a few feet away, her eyes burning brighter with reddened ferocity. “For months, he’s ignored my calls and refused to see me. How long have you known about this?” Tilting her head at him, she growled, “Were you ever going to tell me about this letter, Father?”
    “Sweet one,” he murmured the silk and deceit heavy in his voice . “Ascher is no fool and he knows the consequences if he doesn’t seal to you. He’d never put his family in danger.” Ursula allowed him close enough to give her cold cheek a careful, calming stroke. “A certain amount of nerves is normal when one is sealing for the first time.”
    “Save it, Father!” she hissed. “I don’t want to hear any more of your lies. I know what you and Skylar have been whispering about .” She paused, feeling like a fool and realizing that everyone knew about this. “When were you going to tell me the truth? Next month or when he left me at the altar?”
    Clive stood silent, giving her no answers.
    Ursula picked up a porcelain vase with her trembling hands and sent it crashing against the wall. The destruction felt good. So good in fact, that she tossed a ceramic pot against the opposite wall. “Liar!” she screamed to the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her face. “You’re all liars, and I want to see Ascher!”
    “Ursula, we can’t—”
    “I don’t want to hear it! I’m tired of being ignored!” She glanced down at the crumpled note she'd clenched in her hand. “What did he say?” she mumbled, attempting to find the part of the letter that most irritated her. “Here it is. He is unsure about the sealing and needs more time ,” she read aloud in a mocking tone, her voice raising an octave with each syllable. “What about what I need?”
    Clive reached for her again to calm her.
    Moving away from him, Ursula floated to the far end of the room. She spied something out of the corner of her eye, a piece of history, an irritant further igniting her ire. Picking it up, a fresh stream of tears scalded