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Roseanna glared at her brother when he told them to hide. “You’re not becoming ashamed of your family are you, brother?” she asked with an icy tone. Still, as Benji headed for the door Rose tucked herself at the edge of the wall near the door where she would not be seen, but she could still hear. Across the archway that lead to the small hall before the door, Sebastian mimicked his sisters hiding spot so that he could listen as well. Meanwhile, Hanna stood near the corner of the living room nursing her drink.

As the uninvited guest left, the siblings came out of hiding and gathered around Benjamin to read the paper he had. Rose took the paper as he offered it and read it over as her siblings read over her shoulder. “To the owner and one guest.” Sebastian read with a smirk. “Sorry girls, but it looks like you’re not going to the ball.” He gave a mock curtsey then walked back to his chair with a laugh.

“That’s not fair!” Hanna remarked as she walked away to pace the room.

Rose remained silent as she read over the paper again then pulled it closer to her nose. “It smells like the roses from Mother’s garden. Defiantly a woman’s touch.” She remarked as she flipped the paper over to look at the other side. The parchment, however, wasn’t giving away anymore secrets. “If I had to guess, Terri is the self-proclaimed leader of our kingdom.” She told Benji as she handed him back the invitation.

She was not worried about rather she would get to go to the ball or not. It was not a social event, but rather a matter of affairs. Besides, Benji would not take Sebastian with him because two males could be conceived as a threat. If Benji took Rose, he could pass her off as a date and make her look non-threatening. 

“The powers of flirtation could get us far in a world of politics.” She said simply, a smile on her face.

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Charlie watched the adorable little witch put the dream catcher back on the shelf. It was kind of disappointing that the dream catcher wasn’t magical. He had been hoping it has an additional magical quality. Oh well. He smiled at the witch’s attempt at a joke about his smell, but he did not miss the smell of fear rolling off of her either. “I don’t think I need a bath just yet, I did take one this morning. You are welcome to smell me if you wish to test my smell.” He held up his arm for her to sniff, a smirk on his face.

Like a good pup, he followed the girl to the counter and leaned his elbows on the hard surface. Without saying anything he took the salt from her and turned the bottle around in his hand. It was highly doubtful that salts would cover his werewolf sent from a werewolf nose. “I don’t need the weak stuff, miss.” He told her, sliding the bottle over the counter to her. If he knew anything, he knew that his dear old man had already sent the dogs out sniffing. His father would not let go without a fight.

“I get it, little witch. I did not exactly make the best impression coming in here. But let me tell you a little secret.” His eyes flashed yellow as he leaned closer. “You are going to want to hide my sent from prying noses or you are going to have a whole shop full of beasts like me.” He stood up to his full six foot four inch height and crossed his arms. “And when we leave, I promise your shop will not be in one piece.” He promised in a growl.