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and the man started getting angry. He was fidgeting and
his face was blushed. I tried to signal Eric, but he was too
engrossed in the questions. The man looked right at me and asked,
“Can you See me?”
    My eyes widened and I looked at Eric who
shook his head. Eric spoke quiet but firm. “Mr. Wallace, I would
ask that you refrain from speaking to my assistant. In this
deposition I will ask the questions and you will answer. Do you
understand?”
    Mr. Wallace ignored Eric and bared his teeth
at me. “You know. You’re a Seer!” He jumped across the table and
grabbed me by the throat and pulled me out of my chair. For such a
little man he was very strong.
    Eric rose from his chair slowly and I could
see the worry and anger in his face. “Mr. Wallace, release my
assistant.”
    Mr. Wallace shook his head and took a step
back, pulling me with him. “I won’t go back to the weres. I won’t
work for them again.”
    I tensed. Weres? He had to mean wereanimals.
If he was afraid of going to wereanimals then he would do anything
he had to, including kill me. I looked up at Eric and noticed his
hands were balled in to fists at his side. “Release her or the
weres or whatever you are talking about will be the least of your
worries.”
    Mr. Wallace moved his lower hand and then a
knife appeared at my throat. Shit. I really hated magic some days.
I grabbed the arm with the knife, squatted down and tossed Mr.
Wallace over my head. When I looked up Eric was already pinning him
to the floor and securing his hands with zip ties. A guard came in
to the room and carried the unconscious dwarf out of the room. Eric
rushed over to me and ran his hand along my throat. “Are you
alright?”
    His hand was extremely warm and soothing to
the scratch I had gotten from the knife. I looked up into his
concerned eyes and nodded my head. “I’m fine. The knife scratched
my skin when I threw him, but didn’t draw blood.”
    Eric helped me stand up, but put his arm
around my waist as though he thought I would faint. “That was very
brave of you to do that, but I would ask that you never do
something like that again.”
    I realized I was leaning against him and it
wasn’t because I needed the support. I pulled away from his arms
and smiled. “I guess the depo is over?”
    Eric smiled. “Yes.” He turned to the court
reporter and recapped the events in words for the record, then
started packing his briefcase. I helped him put everything away and
grabbed my own documents and notes before following Eric out of the
room and out of the building’s doors. Eric stayed silent until we
got into his blue 2010 Nissan Skyline and closed the doors. “Are
you sure that you’re alright? Would you like to take the rest of
the day off?”
    I looked at Eric’s body and face and sighed.
He was tense, like a coiled snake ready to spring. “I’m fine. The
scratch on my neck isn’t even bleeding. It’s not your fault
Eric.”
    He gripped the steering wheel and I heard the
leather creak in protest. “I would not have been able to forgive
myself if he had hurt you.”
    I reached out slowly and rested my hand on
one of his. “You couldn’t have stopped him and it wasn’t your fault
that he snapped.” Actually it was mine. Somehow he knew that I was
a Seer. How when I didn’t actually even See him?
    Eric looked at me and I swore his eyes had a
brighter golden tint to them than usual. “I could have done
something,” he whispered. He started the car and we drove in
silence to the office. Eric stayed in his office with the blinds
drawn and the door closed the rest of the afternoon. I tried to
focus on my work, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he
said he could have done something. Was he just upset that he hadn’t
been able to help me? Was it a natural human response or was there
some underlying meaning? When it was finally time to go home I
knocked twice on the door, then peeked my head into his office.
Eric was staring at a picture of a