The Immortal Queen Tsubame: Awakening Read Online Free Page B

she’s not someone that’s in our database in disguise.”
    MaLeila shrugged. “She was wearing a long red kimono dress and red lipstick and had olive skin, almond shaped brown eyes and wavy black hair. There’s not much to tell.”
    “So it might be safe to assume by her outfit and her name that she’s also of some Japanese decent,” Marcel said and then added, “That could still be anyone. You can’t remember any distinguishing characteristics.”
    “There was nothing distinguishing about her. It could have been any pretty Arabian woman,” MaLeila replied.
    Marcel hummed and then said, “Then I suppose I’ll have to return to the council to for further deliberation on the matter.”
    Marcel stood and started to walk towards the door. MaLeila stood to see him out, with Devdan following behind her. Marcel opened the door and started to step out of it but then turned around to face MaLeila again.
    “But I’ll tell you what. How about we exchange numbers…. I’m sorry. I didn’t get your name.”
    “The Council didn’t tell you?” MaLeila asked dryly.
    “I don’t think the way they refer to you would be appropriate,” Marcel said.
    “You would be the first,” MaLeila said dryly remembering too many occasions where the council had referred to her with insulting names and racial slurs in reference to her. Her personal favorite was “The Nigger Witch” which she had been referred to in several different European languages, including Latin, Italian, and Spanish. It was insulting enough to call her a witch instead of the powerful sorceress she was or a nigger alone anyway, but put together was doubly insulting. Not that the council ever cared about insulting her.
    “That’s quite a shame.”
    “MaLeila,” MaLeila replied as she took her phone out her back pocket.
    “Now that’s much more fitting,” Marcel said with smile that flustered MaLeila some. Then he reached out and took her phone from her while saying, “I’ll do it.”
    Marcel put MaLeila’s number in his phone and the shortly after he handed it back to her, he reached into his jacket pocket to take out his vibrating phone.
    “And now I have yours,” Marcel said. “I’ll call you if there are any updates, but feel free to call me anytime if you need anything at all.”
    “Thank you,” MaLeila said as Marcel finally walked out the door.
    Once she closed it behind her, MaLeila shrugged and said, “That was actually much more pleasant than I thought it would be.”
    Bastet finally relaxed and said, “I guess so. Seemed pretty pointless, but it’s procedure for them, especially when it involves you.”
    “I hope they send him back for everything else they’re always pestering me about,” MaLeila muttered.
    “I hope not,” Devdan said.
    MaLeila looked up at Devdan and tilted her head questioningly.
    “Why?”
    Devdan stared at MaLeila for a while, as though contemplating whether or not he was going to answer her. Then he said, “He was coming on to you pretty hard.”
    MaLeila rolled her eyes, “He was not.”
    “He asked you for your number.”
    “It makes sense. Saves him the trouble of coming over here to get updates,” MaLeila said trying not to laugh.
    “Actually,” Nina said from where she was still on the couch, typing away on her phone, “I have to agree with Devdan on this one. Marcel totally had the hots for you. Didn’t you see the way he kept giving you once overs?”
    MaLeila huffed. “Oh please.”
    “If he calls you, don’t answer the phone,” Devdan said.
    MaLeila scoffed. “You’re unbelievable. He wasn’t flirting with me. And even if he was, it’s my choice whether I talk to him or not. Not like I’m dating anyone.”
    Devdan didn’t say anything else, he simply gave MaLeila one final glare and made his way to his room. Once he closed the door, MaLeila rolled her eyes and went to grab her book bag from where she left it on the couch. She plopped on the floor in front of the coffee table and