Camille Aguste- The 2nd Spell

If you have been reading Rogue in Paris then this will spoil some of it... but it will also hook you if you haven’t, and show you what the big deal about this book is. Chose wisely please! ;)

“What is the hold-up?” I growled, pointing a finger at Jack.

Jack rolled his eyes, making me even angrier. Gosh, you would think holding his brother hostage would give this kid some fear. “Look, Aguste, it’s hard to earn someone’s trust… especially when they’ve been let down so many times.” I grew amused when I saw the empathetic spark in his eye… and was that a hint of love as well?

I threw back my head and laughed. “You’re falling in love with her, aren’t you?” My stomach clenched, as I doubled over cackling. She’s done it! She made this boy fall in love with her and forget his brother!

I stopped laughing and studied the boy. His curly-brown wig shimmering in the dim lights of the Serpent’s Circle’s underground base. I looked into his hazel-colored eyes, processing all the emotions I saw within them. The black dress shirt he wore really showed off his muscles, with his little red tie hanging over it. I grabbed him by the chin.

“You forget your brother,” I growled, digging my red nails into his cheek until I saw little drops of blood.

Jack looked away, and I grinned. “Ah, we need a little reminder huh?” I turned my head towards my two most trusted guards. “Boys, go get Jack’s little brother please.”

Jack looked back at me, desperation in his eyes. “No Camille, please,” he begged. But my grin just grew bigger as I shook my head.

“Oh my Jack... or should I call you Beau. Do you not remember the deal we struck? The deal you broke? Anyways, it seems my sister has cast her little spell on you, now it’s time to cast mine.”

I shoved Jack back, into the waiting arms of the assassins behind him. They held him back as more assassins brought in Jack’s little brother Morgan.

Morgan was about fifteen, his hair was blonde like his father’s. It was long and curly from not being cut in the last three months, and it ironically looked like the wig Jack was wearing now. Poor little Morgan was dressed in a ratty T-shirt and dirty jeans, but it added to the effect of how helpless he looked to Jack. He would’ve been a handsome little fellow, if not for all the scars that obscured those attractive features. “Why hello, Morgan. I see you’ve come to join the party?” Morgan looked away, fear written across his face. I gestured for the guards to bring him closer. I stroked his cheek, laughing when he winced. “Oh Morgan, could you please talk some sense into your brother?” I grabbed him by his blonde curls and yanked him forward, closer to Jack.

“Stop it Camille!” Jack pleaded, desperately trying to get to his brother. I flicked out my knife and gently pressed it to Morgan’s cheek, but not pressing hard enough to draw blood.

“So Morgan, your brother has decided he doesn’t care about you anymore.” Morgan’s pale blue eyes flicked up from the ground and now stared into Jack’s eyes.

“No M, she’s lying. I promise you.”

“Oh… so your not delaying the completion of your task because you’re falling in love?” I asked, now pointing the blade at Jack.

“No!” he gasped as I touched the sharpned blade to his cheek and pressed the tip into the skin just above his chin.

“So what your saying is that you’re close to completing your mission? Which is to gain my sister’s trust and affection, and learn of where all the S.A.I.A Sectors are located?”

Jack looked stubbornly into my eyes, raising his chin in defiance. I sighed, and pulled the tip of the knife away from his face, then pressed it just below Morgan’s eye.

“Alright then, sorry Morgan, but it seems you’re losing an eye today.” Morgan cried out as I pressed harder, but I stopped when Jack slumped against the assassins holding him... defeated.

“Fine, you win. She’s taking me to America with her. I was planning on getting a job at the agency since she’s now the acting-in superior. I was going to tell you what I saw on the inside.”

I pulled my blade away and set it in my pocket. Ah, now we’re getting started.

“Really? But how will we get her back to Paris after you retrieve all the intel?”

Jack wouldn’t meet my gaze. “Her superior is flying out in a couple of hours. Once I have all the information, if you kidnap him I can guarantee she will fly back and attempt to save him.” I smiled and patted Jack on the chin.

“You smart boy.” I gestured to the boys. “You may release them. I feel they deserve a moment together.” the guards released Jack and Morgan as I stepped away. The two hugged, then Jack held his brother by the shoulders.

“This will all be over soon M, okay?” Morgan quickly nodded his head, then I snapped, deciding that their little reunion was over. The guards came and pulled Morgan away.

“Go, and finish your job.” Jack nodded and walked out of the room. I smiled and pressed the tips of my fingers together. Things were all finally coming together.