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Beth looked around the room they were in. It was quite large, with a table right in the centre of the room that took up most of the space. Maps, notes, letters, and other things were strewn across it. Evil was studying it scrutinously, while Isabella sat in the corner, watching him. A few other men stood around the table, muttering quietly.

Evil looked up as Lucius went over, standing opposite him.

“Where’s Storm?” Evil asked, without even a hello.

“I don’t know.”

“I came here to find him,” Mary said.

It was only then that Beth realised Mary didn’t have wings. What was she?

“Ah, Mary, hello. It’s nice to see you.”

“And you, Evil,” she smiled. “What time is it?”

“Just past four,” Evil answered.

“Ah. Yes. I know where he is. He’ll be upstairs.”

“Oh, of course.”

“I’ll go and get him. Come with me, Beth? I’d like to talk to you,” Mary said

“Um, okay,” Beth replied, following her from the room. “What is it?” she asked as she shut the door behind the two of them.

“Nothing, I just felt Isabella wanting to apologise for something about Robert, I think it was. I didn’t think you’d want to talk to her about it, whatever it was she said.”

“She said that I should forget about him for the evening.”

“Ah, I see. Yes, I can see why she wanted to apologise,” Mary said quietly.

“I’ve been avoiding her all day. I spent a few hours with Storm, and then went to the library.”

“You spent a few hours with Storm?”

“Yes, he took me to the forest,” Beth said.

His forest? My, he certainly does like you. Did he tell you of its history?”

“Mainly, I think.”

“How interesting.”

Beth didn’t know where Mary was leading her.

“Where are we going?”

“To wake Storm up. He’s usually up by now, unless he’s overly stressed or... having one of his bad days.”

“Do you mean his bipolar?” Beth asked quietly.

Mary looked over, a shocked expression on her face. “He told you?”


“Yes, I do mean his bipolar. The depressive episodes are rare, but they affect him a lot when they do occur. It tends to be quite obvious to me when he’s like that.”

“What do you mean?”

“He doesn’t turn up in the afternoon. It’s why I prefer he comes to see us later in the day, not the morning.”

“I don’t understand.”

“The manic episodes of bipolar often come with an increased sex drive. And seeing as Storm suffers with first degree bipolar disorder, he has much longer periods of hypomania.”

“Okay, I don’t need to hear anymore.”

“Sorry,” Mary smiled. “How much has he been smoking today?”

“Well, at breakfast he had one and then immediately started another one.”

“Oh, that’s not good. What about anything else? Easily irritated or frustrated?”

“Not that I noticed really. He seemed fine.”

“That’s because he uses bloody narcotics as a coping mechanism,” Mary murmured disapprovingly.

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