Shadowed moonlight filtered into the bedroom, the woman watching through the door as she checked on her sleeping young adult son.
It was a new ritual, when she couldn’t sleep, to poke her head into his room and just... make sure he was still there.
She didn’t think he would leave, but she still couldn’t quite believe her luck that he was home again.
Her gratitude at simply being able to hug him again outshone any small expectation of who he should’ve been. Any expectation had disappeared as soon as she had seen him and realized it was him.
The woman wrapped her robe around her tighter, so much smaller here in here home and feeling the extra need for protection.
Her heart felt so full and yet she knew it couldn’t be trusted. Not since the other night when a chance encounter and unleashed feelings of panic and possessiveness. And so she sighed heavily and made her way downstairs to her office. Tonight was a night for wine, she thought to herself.
She poured an expensive red into a glass, a much too big portion to simply be called one glass of wine. Taking a hearty gulp, she stood in front of her filing cabinet. While she had lost her son and her marriage, and her home in the Collision, somehow all of her files had made it over with her. At least the important ones.
Opening one drawer in the middle, she pulled out a thick folder. The first page read Adoption Records, which had her meticulously reading and flipping through the pages until she saw the name.
“How? How could she have followed us here?” She asked herself, wondering if the chance encounter was even just that. Had the woman been railing her?
I told you... the now familiar voice sing songed at her, giggling shrilly.
And now she has your scent... illusions can only do so much to mask who you are...
“So what? She’ll know that the future Mayor likes to go clubbing anonymously. A small scandal at worst,” she ground out, a snarl threatening to rip her sneer of a mouth wide open.
What if she means to meet him? And take him away...?
If she found out what you’ve done... the voice threatened conversationally.
“How could she ever find out? She has no motive to. The death was ruled as a heart attack. Nothing could possibly lead it back to me after they cleaned his house.”
She is a Tracker, a Seeker of Truth and Bounties... all it would take is someone opposite you to hire her...
He doesn’t even know he’s not really yours...
“He doesn’t need to learn he’s adopted on top of just finding out his father has died. He doesn’t need to know yet,” she rationalized as she paced, sloshing wine around her. Her hands shook as she all but drained the glass, moving to the bottle and shakily refilling her glass.
But what if he does find out?
“I can’t kill her. If the Press found out her connection to Jericho...”
Then we will find a way to get her out of your city.
The girl... the one you dream about...
“Yes, she could accomplish such a feat...” Victoria agreed, nodding her head as her other hand raked through her hair.
And he would never have to know...
“Yes, yes... I could-“
could what? Seduce her? You have no interest in it. You only think about the Girl. The one with the Vexing personality... let her handle it. Don’t you like seeing her overcome these challenges?
“Of course, yes you’re right. The less I am present the better...”
She knocked back the glass of wine and set it down, ignoring the mess she had made of her office once again, and choosing to walk back upstairs.
For the fourth time that night, she cracked open the door and gazed into his room.
“No one will ever take you from me again, my darling boy,” she whispered fiercely, closing the door quietly and walking back to her bedroom.
Once back in bed, it didn’t take her long to slip back into dreams of particular blond, her mind wandering across the city to make these dreams of hers more real.
It was a new ritual, when she couldn’t sleep, to poke her head into his room and just... make sure he was still there.
She didn’t think he would leave, but she still couldn’t quite believe her luck that he was home again.
Her gratitude at simply being able to hug him again outshone any small expectation of who he should’ve been. Any expectation had disappeared as soon as she had seen him and realized it was him.
The woman wrapped her robe around her tighter, so much smaller here in here home and feeling the extra need for protection.
Her heart felt so full and yet she knew it couldn’t be trusted. Not since the other night when a chance encounter and unleashed feelings of panic and possessiveness. And so she sighed heavily and made her way downstairs to her office. Tonight was a night for wine, she thought to herself.
She poured an expensive red into a glass, a much too big portion to simply be called one glass of wine. Taking a hearty gulp, she stood in front of her filing cabinet. While she had lost her son and her marriage, and her home in the Collision, somehow all of her files had made it over with her. At least the important ones.
Opening one drawer in the middle, she pulled out a thick folder. The first page read Adoption Records, which had her meticulously reading and flipping through the pages until she saw the name.
“How? How could she have followed us here?” She asked herself, wondering if the chance encounter was even just that. Had the woman been railing her?
I told you... the now familiar voice sing songed at her, giggling shrilly.
And now she has your scent... illusions can only do so much to mask who you are...
“So what? She’ll know that the future Mayor likes to go clubbing anonymously. A small scandal at worst,” she ground out, a snarl threatening to rip her sneer of a mouth wide open.
What if she means to meet him? And take him away...?
If she found out what you’ve done... the voice threatened conversationally.
“How could she ever find out? She has no motive to. The death was ruled as a heart attack. Nothing could possibly lead it back to me after they cleaned his house.”
She is a Tracker, a Seeker of Truth and Bounties... all it would take is someone opposite you to hire her...
He doesn’t even know he’s not really yours...
“He doesn’t need to learn he’s adopted on top of just finding out his father has died. He doesn’t need to know yet,” she rationalized as she paced, sloshing wine around her. Her hands shook as she all but drained the glass, moving to the bottle and shakily refilling her glass.
But what if he does find out?
“I can’t kill her. If the Press found out her connection to Jericho...”
Then we will find a way to get her out of your city.
The girl... the one you dream about...
“Yes, she could accomplish such a feat...” Victoria agreed, nodding her head as her other hand raked through her hair.
And he would never have to know...
“Yes, yes... I could-“
could what? Seduce her? You have no interest in it. You only think about the Girl. The one with the Vexing personality... let her handle it. Don’t you like seeing her overcome these challenges?
“Of course, yes you’re right. The less I am present the better...”
She knocked back the glass of wine and set it down, ignoring the mess she had made of her office once again, and choosing to walk back upstairs.
For the fourth time that night, she cracked open the door and gazed into his room.
“No one will ever take you from me again, my darling boy,” she whispered fiercely, closing the door quietly and walking back to her bedroom.
Once back in bed, it didn’t take her long to slip back into dreams of particular blond, her mind wandering across the city to make these dreams of hers more real.
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