What did he mean?Where was Mike?What was I expected to do?"Dance, baby, dance!" said a voice nearby.I turned my blindfolded head in an attempt to try ...nd hear if it was Mike. His words in the letter echoed in my confused head.Once inside the room, you are to do EVERYTHING YOU ARE ASKED, WITHOUT QUESTION. You are my wife, and I need you to trust me in this.I began to dance, still wearing my long coat and blindfold. Nervously at first, I soon heard some cheering and yelling, and the men in the. It had been several weeks since I'd been back in Boston, but it wasn'tlike anybody knew; I had written a letter of absence to my track coach,stating that I was going to be away for a couple of weeks visiting asick grandfather, and for all my teammates knew, I was homeschooled. Iwished; though it was a satisfying job, being a magister, I didsometimes wish for a normal life. Even one where I wasn't so desiredwould have been nice.As a magister of extreme power, even at my young age of seventeen, I. More

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