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When Danté continued to stare at her she blurted the first thing she felt was a little reasonable, "Do you live alone in the west wing?" Danté continued to watch the different expressions on her face as she struggled to think of something to say. After a while, he decided to help her a little. "If what you mean to ask is if other family members live here - the answer is no." "Not even Theo? I heard you were close." Elle asked. "Theo doesn't stay in a place for long. He moves around a lot. Why do you ask?" Elle began to inch away from the table slowly because she was finding it hard to keep up with the conversation. She wasn't made of stone - with such a face, who could withstand the short distance with their reasoning intact? "No reason. I was wondering if I could have my pill concoction room in your west wing." Elle sneaked a look at Danté and quickly looked away. She wasn't sure how he would respond. But she felt that it would be wise to station her business in the west wing. Danté had a very dignified aura, many other dignified people would definitely come here. "I'm not a magian, don't you think it would be better to stay in the main house with Isabelle and learn from her?" Danté wisely pointed out. He knew what this little magian was thinking. Theo had filled him in on how "business-oriented" she was. "However, you can stay here if you agree to give me one hundred and fifty pills every week..." Disclaimer: Cover picture does not belong to me! Only the editing on it are mine. Please vote and share as you read. Think of it as a kind gesture for a first time writer😍
Chapter One: Moving Again
