Healing: The ability to heal injuries and diseases of others, unless that person is evil or has already died.

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S.E // The 7th Supreme

   "Harry," I responded sheepishly, before grimacing in pain when I accidentally set my foot down. His pale jade eyes darted to my wounded foot; eyebrows drawing low as he approached me.

   "Jesus, what happened?" he breathed, eyes still glued to my bleeding foot. I shifted uncomfortably, clearing my throat for him to look up, and he did.

   "I was...erm...chasing my dog," I spoke sheepishly, as his gaze flickered to my heels that lay on the side of the pavement. "I know, stupid me, I stepped onto some glass pieces from a broken bottle and I-" I began to ramble, cheeks flushed as I felt slightly embarrassed for some reason. Here I was chasing my fucking dog, barefoot, in work clothes.

   "Chasing your dog, eh? Wow," he shook his head chuckling slightly. "Come inside, let me help you with that," he offered, arching a brow at my injured foot.

   "Oh no, I don't want to bother you! I was just moving along, I'll be fine," I babbled before beginning to limp away awkwardly. But I was pulled back when he wrapped his fingers around my arm and tugged gently.

   "You can't limp like that all the way back, you'll lose too much blood. Let me patch you up," he insisted, his forest green eyes staring at me persistently until I complied and sighed with a nod.

  After picking up my heels, I began to try and walk, limping ahead of him before he cleared his throat as a signal to stop me. I gazed back at him questioningly.

   "I think I should carry you, because-," he told me, causing me to scoff and interrupt rudely.

   "I'm sure I can manage," I rolled my eyes, causing him to huff in annoyance and step in my path. "Harry, it's only a little way to your house, I can walk! Hey! What the fuck are you doing?" I began to yell when he slung his arm under my thighs and around my back, lifting me up immediately, bridal style.

   "God you're fucking stubborn," he grunted under his breath as he carried me to his place. "Stop wriggling around, I'm trying to help you."

   "Help me! I was perfectly fine with walking back home, you were the one insisting to help me," I shook my head, scrunching up my face at him nevertheless holding on. He had picked me up with such ease it surprised me, my ass and thick thighs always weighed me down.

   "I won't hesitate to drop you if you start whining again," he threatened, causing me to hold onto his shoulders tighter.

  But once I saw the smirk drawn across his lips from the side of his face, I rolled my eyes and loosened my grip. Even if he did drop me I could levitate, but obviously I couldn't do that in front of him. There were always times where I wanted to use my powers for various reasons, but I just couldn't and had to resist. That feeling was immensely frustrating, but I had to get over it.

  My thoughts slowly diminished as I felt Harry's musky scent intoxicating me. I was sucker for a guy who smelt good, and Harry smelt fucking amazing. My gaze flickered to his ring-cladded fingers that gripped my thigh as he carried me. None of the rings looked like the ones the saviors wore, which was a black titanium ring, with the words 'Salvatores Vivat', their motto, engraved onto it. I felt myself slightly relax at the discovery while he carried me into his house.

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  I watched him carefully as he picked glass shards out of the wound from my foot with some clean tweezers. For the past hour I had been trying to get into his head, but strangely enough it was like there was a force field blocking me from gaining access. I hissed under my breath with he dug slightly deeper into the gash, retrieving a slightly longer shard of glass and plopping it onto a tissue.

   "All done," he uttered quietly, before he proceeded with cleaning my foot and applying some gauze to soak up the blood. Silence fell over us again, my blue-green eyes watching him with no shame, as he pursed his lips and continued to treat my wound.

   "So, you live here?" I arched a brow at him, causing his gaze to flicker to mine before moving away.

   "Yes, with some friends," he responded lowly, pulling his dark brows low as he concentrated on cleaning the wound.

   "You said you were new to this place, when did you come here?" I asked curiously.

   "About a week ago," he replied shortly, making me purse my lips.

   "Where from?"

   "You sure ask a lot of questions," he noticed, gaze still focused on my foot as I scowled slightly.

   "I'm a naturally curious person," I defended myself, causing him to chuckle lowly. His mesmerizing eyes flickered up to meet mine, gazing at me as if he was staring deep into my soul.

   "Curiosity killed the cat," he smirked, the sight of it irritating me as he was being cocky but also causing my stomach to curl unnaturally. His smirk could be illegal.

   "But satisfaction brought it back," I mirrored his smirk, causing his own to twitch before it widened with amusement.

   "Do you really think my answers would bring you satisfaction? I could be lying for all you know," he hummed, removing the gauze as cleaning the sides of the wound.

   "Well are you?" I countered, arching a brow at him challengingly.

   "You have given me no reason to, so no, I'm not lying," he leered at me, causing me to narrow my eyes at him.

   "Some people lie without having any reason to," I told him, causing him to scoff immediately.

   "Everyone has a reason to lie," he disagreed, making me part my lips to contradict what he said.

   "For every good reason there is to lie, there is a better reason to tell the truth," I muttered under my breath, eyes darting up when his gaze fell upon me.

  He looked away, licking his lips as he thought to himself, while wrapping a bandage around my foot. I felt like my words had some sort of an effect on him, causing a slightly tense silence to fall over us once again as he wrapped the bandage and held it in place with a clip.

   "I'm done," he breathed, getting up to his feet and clearing away all the dirty bloody tissues and etc.

  We exited the mansion, me insisting that I walked instead of him letting me. He suggested I wear something to cover my feet but the heels weren't suitable, so he kindly lent me a pair of his clean socks, which were quite big for me but cozy nevertheless.

   "I'll walk you home," he offered and I nodded quietly, too wrapped up in my own thoughts before I remembered Nymeria all of a sudden.

   "Shit," I whispered with wide eyes, before turning and frantically gazing around.

   "What's wrong?" he questioned in confusion.

   "My dog, I don't know where she is," I told him, worry flooding my tone before I told myself to relax. Nymeria was tough as fuck and has disappeared like this multiple times.

   "I'll help you look," he told me, his hands coming up to touch my arm reassuringly before he began walking forwards. "Do you remember where she disappeared off to? Oh and what does she look like?"

   "She actually went through your front gate," I told him as I reached into my mind, shutting my eyes momentarily to connect my mind with Nymeria's.

  It was something I used to do when I was a kid, when I got her while she was a pup and I was just a kid; our mind just connected immediately. So, whenever she was lost, I would simply connect my mind with hers and guide her back to me.

   "She's a Siberian husky, fully white with some grey. Her name's Nymeria," I told him quickly, before reaching deep within my mind and locating her. Once I found her, I began to guide her back to me, using my mind that was connected to hers.

   "There she is!" Harry called out, pointing to my dog that was trotting along with another one. "With my dog?" he also added in confusion.

  I hurried over to both dogs that were walking together approaching us. I immediately dropped to my knees when Nymeria came bounding towards me, wrapping my arms around her furry neck. My eyes glanced to my side, seeing Harry crouch down, scolding his own dog.

   "Who's your new friend Nymeria?" I cooed, running my fingers through her pure white fur as she panted happily, looking to her side.

   "Whoa she's big," Harry noticed, gazing at the dog with slightly wide eyes as I laughed lightly.

   "She's a hybrid, a Siberian husky and wolf mix," I informed him, before gazing at his own dog whom yapped happily before approaching me. A surprised laugh flew out of my lips when he licked my face, trying not to grimace as I rubbed his head lovingly.

   "What breed is this?" I questioned with a smile, before I tilted my head up to gaze at Harry whom was staring at me strangely with his lips parted. "Harry?"

   "Sorry, I'm just...damn, that's so weird," he breathed, still staring at his dog who licked my hand.

   "What is?" I furrowed my brows in confusion.

   "My dog, Zeus, he doesn't like wi- I mean people. He's not a people person," Harry laughed anxiously, triggering my own laugh. But he still had a hint of surprise in his eyes as he watched me bond with his dog.

   "Well, Nymeria doesn't like males," I pointed out, finding it strange that she was warming up to Harry. Circling around him and yapping at him for attention, he smiled softly at her, crouching down to pet her. I was about to say she didn't like witch hunters, but I stopped myself fortunately.

   "Maybe I'm different," he smirked, scratching behind her ears.

   "Maybe I'm different too," I mirrored his expression, just as Zeus rubbed his face against mine, panting in content.

   "Maybe," he smiled, making me strangely enough smile as well.

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   "Fucking finally I wonder when you'd be back," Aunt Sephy exclaimed as soon as she opened the door. I rolled my eyes at her, brushing past as I entered the mansion.

   "Well I'm back now, anything you want?" I questioned sarcastically, making her bring her fingers together and twist her wrist. As she moved her wrist, my ear twisted sharply causing me to cry out in pain.

   "That's no way to speak to your aunt, young lady," she shook her head in disappointment as I scowled.

"Sorry, Persephone. I wonder where's Hades, maybe he can loosen you up," I grinned, ducking when she flicked her hand, sending a pillow from the living room flying across and almost hitting my head.

"Very funny," she remarked sarcastically, before she furrowed her brows when she saw me holding my heels. "What happened to your foot?"

   "Long story," I sighed, moving past her into the house. Deciding I was too tired to trudge up the stairs, I teleported myself to my room, plopping onto my queen sized bed. I could hear Aunt Sephy yelling from downstairs to stop doing that as she hurried to my room.

   "Atticus told me you ran off to chase Nymeria," she said, sitting down on the edge of my bed as I pushed myself up again, unwrapping the bandage. "How did you get that?" Aunt Sephy asked, peering at the wound worriedly.

   "Stepped on some glass," I muttered, touching the tip of the wound before dragging my fingers downwards. As I did that, the skin healed, closing the wound. It appeared as if nothing had happened to the underside of my foot before.

   "Couldn't you have done that earlier?" she questioned, referring to what I have just done with my healing powers.

   "No, I had glass in my foot," I told her in an obvious tone, getting to my feet before shaking my right foot. It felt normal.

   "There's something you're not telling me," Aunt Sephy hummed suspiciously as I simply kept my mouth shut. "I'm going to find out soon enough!" she called out before exiting my room and shutting the door.

  I sighed deeply; Aunt Sephy always tried to control me when it came to the topic of men. I've never had a serious boyfriend before but I had many one-night stands, as well as a couple of fuck buddies. It wasn't like Aunt Sephy was against men and against me messing around like that; she was just worried and over-protective of me. The Saviors were all men, she was afraid any of the men I randomly slept with, just to satisfy my sexual needs, would turn out to be a witch hunter one day and slaughter me during sex.

  But what she didn't know was that I was always careful. My power of telepathy was beyond what anyone can imagine, not only can I read one's mind, I can also see into their past. It was definitely wrong of me to do such a thing, but I only took glimpses, just to make sure that the people around me whom were not a witch or a warlock, were good.

  I normally did this with anyone I encountered; it was a quick process, kind of like skimming through memories and secrets just to see whether the person was out to hurt me. As I thought back to the previous events of today, I realized I hadn't done that to Harry, mainly because I couldn't. I wasn't sure why, but I was determined to find out.

  He couldn't be a witch hunter; he didn't have the ring on. The black titanium ring, all The Saviors wore, that protected them from witches, and the spells some of us try to cast on them. Even during the recent sightings of The Saviors, the rings still existed. Harry wasn't wearing one so I have a feeling he was safe, plus Nymeria didn't act up when she met him, so in conclusion he wasn't a threat to me.

  I decided to take a shower right then. Once I had stripped myself down, I entered the shower box and motioned for the shower to turn on without touching it. Warm water hit my naked body as I sighed deeply, relishing the feeling of it dripping down the sides of my body. I found myself thinking of Harry again, biting my lip when I thought of his lips and his fingers.

   "Why am I so horny?" I groaned to myself, shaking my head from the dirty thoughts that were trying to creep in. I just hadn't had sex in months and I was eager to get back to it again, putting it off to concentrate on work and the school.

  Freeing my mind from my thoughts, I continued my shower and finished it off quickly. I spent the rest of the afternoon teaching young witches how to master certain powers and use them to help people, but doing it discreetly. That was something Esmeralda Castavet often scolded me for doing, Atticus' mother and the headmistress of this academy. She always said it was too risky, but was something I often did and I always taught my witches my tips and tricks to helping people discreetly.

  The rest of the night was spent on catching up with Atticus. His stories of encountering different amazing witches from around the world always fascinated me, but then he ruins the mood by rambling about the many different one-night stands he had.

   "I swear to god Sage, I have never heard a woman scream that loud during sex!" he explained, causing me to cringe visibly. "She was like a banshee!"

   "As much as I love hearing your stories Atticus, the ones about your sex life make me uncomfortable sometimes," I shook my head, dropping my head onto his shoulder as we binge-watched Game Of Thrones.

   "That's probably because it's been years since you've had sex," he snickered, causing me to scowl at him deeply, before reaching out and twisting his nipple through his shirt. "Ow! Why do you keep doing that?" he whined. "You know I have sensitive nipples." I simply laughed in response, smirking as I threw some popcorn into my mouth, drooling over Jon Snow, my favourite character.

   "Because you're wrong, it has not been years since I had sex. Only months," I told him firmly, making him smirk questioningly.

   "Oh yeah? How long."

   "As if I remember," I scoffed in response.

   "Oh but you do," he said squinting at me. "6 months," he declared, reading my mind as per usual. "Damn, your pussy must've dried up by now," he commented, causing me to smack him.

   "You have a dirty mouth, Atticus," I rolled my eyes at him, digging my hand into the huge bowl of popcorn.

   "Some girls seem to like it," he smiled cockily, before he started rambling on about another woman he slept with.

  The rest of the night passed by very quickly. During the hours after my shower, Harry had left my thoughts just as quickly as he entered them. I was relieved about that, but little did I know I was going to see him in my dreams that night.

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➰ boring chapter meh, but the next one will be pretty interesting 😛

Why do you think Sage can't hear Harry's thoughts, but can hear everyone else's?

Until we meet again...