Threads of fate
Another week passed. The investigator called again, but Dimitri seemed to have given up on me. Somehow, I decided I wanted him to come back. Not because I planned to share anything new with him. I just liked the way he looked. Who was I kidding? This pull I felt for him was more than physical attraction. What he said to me before he left "Be careful reading from that scroll." I thought about calling him, hoping he would still be in town, but I knew better.
How did he know so much?
I was compelled to reach out; something forcing me to pick up that phone. He answered on the first ring, a cheerfulness in his voice. "Hello, dear Kavielle. Glad you called."
"Don—"?
"Sorry, I meant Cecelia. Everyone I've spoken to addresses you by your other name. Please excuse me." He paused for a moment, a small chuckle of arrogance to follow. He was trying to upset me; throw me off my game. "Please, tell me you have good news."
