19 minutes later I was in his car wondering what to say. I liked silences, really I did, but not that kind of awkward ones. I should be nice, shouldn't I? He's helping me and all. He was also virtually a stranger. A nice looking one though, not the in your face nice you know? More the if you fuck with me I'll rip your heart out kind. I was so used playing the submissive type I hadn't looked him in the eyes once, his very black, very perceptive eyes. What should I say then? Thanks? Didn't seem to cut it. Let's go for a drink sometime, so I could use you some more? Yeah no. Or maybe I should just…
"Why do you hide your magic?"
Not what I expected, not at all. My shields should be impenetrable and I hadn't used my powers in over three months, any residual magic was gone after one week tops. Dammit I knew this was a bad idea.
"What do you mean?"
He looked amused. I was starting to get really annoyed, not a surprise there, I didn't like this, I was really not in the mood to kill.
"Your aura is blocked to me, it doesn't happen often but combined with the fact my magic reacted to yours when I thought you hadn't any, tells me you are not what you appear to be. And that might be dangerous for everybody, Mrs…."
"Smith"
"Oh really now" he smirked.
And cue to even more awkward silence. Patience had never been one of my virtues. I needed to get out of this car, now. I knew his name and what brand of beer he liked and he knew that I had magic, magic that could get me killed, so yeah I needed to either kill him or be on my merry way, the sooner the better. Killing him was so not an option if he had enough power to sense mine.
"Can you drop me out at the next turn?" I asked with a fake smile
"I don't think so". My innocent act might not help me here, I guess.
"Yes you do, Aidair. Now."
"An untrained witch with your level of magic could cause a lot of damage, and the aura block really intrigues me. At my age not much intrigues me. Would you like to explain yourself?"
He thought I was a witch, at least that was good for me.
"Explain myself you say? Why would I do that? Who are you to demand that?"
"A Protector"
Shit. Shit. Shit. Only me. I just got myself entangled with a member of the Guard, and not a simple Guardian or Sentinel. No, no I had to find the being ranked highest in the organization that might seek my death. That was just great. My life was fucking great. I moved on to Plan B.
"I don't like talking about my past… Just know that my coven was decimated, so I know how to hide myself and avoid hurting people. That's enough for me"
"That's what I thought the first time I saw you. I did some investigating and what you just said doesn't add up. No coven was annihilated around the time of your adoption and your power has a sense of familiarity that I can't place. That's actually rare. I'm a really patient man, Alexandria, and I'm on vacation. I'll be waiting for the truth, honey"
The rest of the ride was a pain. A silent one.