As night fell deeper, the snow fell heavier.
Meanwhile, Hector and the others stood outside the Harmons’ meeting room, waiting in silence. They occasionally stole glances inside, where Michael and Dustin were engaged in a hushed conversation.
Half an hour earlier, Michael had asked everyone to leave so he could speak to Dustin privately.
“Mr. Rhys, that’s the gist of what happened. I concealed my identity to hide from the enemy and protect Abigail from harm...” Michael poured his heart out, finally releasing all the feelings he had bottled up
“I never expected that Abigail’s mother would turn out to be the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order...” Dustin was shocked.
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