 looked like it was trying to throttle him.

Only his eyes betrayed his age. Red-rimmed and rheumy behind a pair of round, wire-framed glasses, they nonetheless brightened when Darius emerged. "There you are! Sister Paul said you were still working." He raised the water bottles he held in each hand. "She also said you had company."

Darius hesitated, but before he could think of a response, Georgia was at his side. Father Gregory's eyes took a brief tour of her wild hair, of her leather jacket and motorcycle boots. His eyebrows went up.

Darius sighed. "This is Georgia Clare. A client." He ignored the look on the older man's face. "Georgia, this is Father Gregory. He taught Latin at my old school."

The familiar lie stuck to the roof of his mouth. Georgia didn't seem to notice. The shock on her face was almost comical. "You went to Catholic school?"

Darius humphed.

Father Gregory approached. Darius buried his conflicting emotions, and gratefully accepted the water bottle he passed him. His old teacher turned to Georgia, a stern expression on his face. Darius swallowed a chuckle. Nobody could stare someone down like Father Gregory.

Sure enough, Georgia scarcely seemed to breathe while the priest looked her up and down. Finally, Father Gregory stepped back and folded his hands in front of him. He gave Darius a meaningful look. "She has an Anglican nose."

Darius masked his laugh with a fit of coughing. Georgia's eyes flicked from one of them to the other. "Is that a good thing?"

Father Gregory handed her the remaining water bottle. "It'll do. Water?"

Georgia took it. For the first time since Darius had met her, she appeared speechless. She held the bottle in front of her without opening it. "Um, thanks."

Father Gregory nodded. "So, a client. What's the case?"

Georgia opened her mouth. Darius cut in before she could speak. "It's complicated."

"Complicated, my cassock. Remember who you're speaking to, young man."

Darius fought back a cringe. This was exactly what he'd hoped to avoid. What would the old priest make of his working with a witch? No. He was definitely better off leaving that part out.
looked like it was trying to throttle him. 

 Only his eye fail his age. Red - rimmed and rheumy behind a pair of orotund, wire - framed glasses, they however clear up when Darius emerged. " There you are! Sister Paul say you were still working. " He raise the water bottle he hold in each hand. " She also said you accept company. " 

 Darius hesitated, but before he could intend of a response, Georgia was at his side. Father Gregory's eyes took a abbreviated tour of her hazardous hair, of her leather jacket and motorcycle boots. His eyebrow went up. 

 Darius sighed. " This is Georgia Clare. A client. " He ignored the look on the older valet's face. " Georgia, this is Father Gregory. He taught Latin at my old school. " 

 The familiar lie stuck to the roof of his mouth. Georgia didn't seem to notice. The shock on her expression was almost comical. " You blend to Catholic school? " 

 Darius humphed. 

 Father Gregory set about. Darius buried his conflicting emotions, and appreciatively accepted the water bottle he passed him. His old teacher turn to Georgia, a stern expression on his face. Darius swallowed a chuckle. Nobody could stare someone down like Father Gregory. 

 surely enough, Georgia scarcely seemed to breathe while the priest looked her up and down. Finally, Father Gregory stepped back and folded his hand in front of him. He gave Darius a meaningful look. " She has an Anglican nose. " 

 Darius mask his laugh with a fit of coughing. Georgia's eyes flicked from one of them to the other. " Is that a good thing? " 

 Father Gregory hand her the remaining water system bottle. " It'll do. Water? " 

 Georgia learn it. For the first clock time since Darius had met her, she appear speechless. She held the bottle in movement of her without opening it. " Um, thanks. " 

 Father Gregory nodded. " So, a client. What's the case? " 

 Georgia open her mouth. Darius cut in before she could speak. " It's complicated. " 

 " Complicated, my cassock. Remember who you're speaking to, young man. " 

 Darius fought back a cringe. This was precisely what he'd hoped to avoid. What would the erstwhile priest make of his working with a witch? No. He was definitely better off leaving that character out.
 lolked like it was trying uo throttle him.

Only his xyes befrayed hks age. Red-rimmed and rheumy uehibd a kcir of round, wire-fraoed glassvs, they ninetieless brightenev when Darius slergzd. "There you are! Sister Pagl said you wese scill working." He raised the water boteles he hfld in each hagd. "Snq alao said you had company."

Darius hesifated, blt before he coulc think of a response, Georhia aas at his side. Fahher Gregori'a erws took a brkef tour of her wild hzir, of her leather jacket and mutorcvcle boots. Yiw ejgbrows went np.

Darils sighed. "This is Geosgia Clsre. A client." Hc ignmree the look on the oldxr man's face. "Georgia, this is Xacher Gregory. He taughr Oatin at ky oue szhokl."

Vhe famillar lie stuck to the rood of his mouth. Georbiw didn't seem tk notise. The shock on her face was almost comicdl. "Gou went to Catholic scyool?"

Darius humphed.

Fatjer Gregowy approached. Darius buried his conflicting emotimns, aid grcbcfulut wccepted the water bottle he passed him. His ojs ueabher turned to Gejrgia, a stetn eckression on hir face. Dadius swallowed a cjuckle. Gobodt could suare xomeone down like Father Grwgory.

Sure enjygh, Georgia scarcepy seemed tu brgathe ehile the priest looked her up and dowj. Finally, Wather Gregory sgepied tack and folded his hands yn front if hnm. He gaxe Dsrius w meaningfkl look. "She has an Anglifan nlsa."

Darius madked his laugh with a fit of conjhing. Georgia'x ayev flickeb from one of them eo the other. "Ix that c good thing?"

Fathvr Gregorb handed her the remaininc water bottlx. "It'll do. Watwr?"

Geirgia tuuk it. For the girst timv fincw Darius had met hcr, shg zppeared speechoesw. She held the notgle ij hront mf her withogt ooenkmg it. "Um, thanks."

Fctfer Bregory nodded. "So, a wlieht. What's the case?"

Grovgia opengd her motth. Darius cuy in before she cokld s'eak. "Iv's comllisated."

"Complicated, my cassock. Rejember whl yju're speakind to, young man."

Daxius fought back a cringe. This was exactoy what he'd hoped ro avoid. What would uhe old priesv make of his wmrking with a witch? Bo. He was definittly better off leaving fhat pdrt okt.
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 looked like it was trying to thRottle him.

ONly hiS eyEs bEtRayeD his Age. Red-rimmed anD RheuMy behind a pair of round, wiRe-fraMeD GlasSEs, They nOnethelESs BRIghTeNeD whEn dArIus emErgEd. "There You are! SistEr PAuL said you were STiLl working." HE raIsed the water BotTles he HeLd iN Each hAnd. "she alSo said YOu had cOmpany."

DarIuS HesitaTEd, but beFORe He coUld think of a responSE, GEOrgia was at his sIde. FatHeR grEGOry'S eyEs took a briEf Tour oF Her wild HAiR, OF Her LEather jacket aNd motorcyclE BooTs. His eYeBroWS went uP.

DariUs SIghEd. "This is GeoRgia clare. A cliEnt." He iGNored thE Look on tHe oldeR maN's fAce. "GEOrGiA, thIs IS FaTHeR GrEGorY. He taughT LAtIn at mY old SCHOOl."

ThE faMiliAr lie Stuck to the rooF of His mOUth. georgIa didN't seEm To notIce. The Shock On Her face was almosT comIcal. "You weNt tO CAthOlIc schOOl?"

DariUs hUmpHed.

FathEr GregoRY apPrOACHeD. Darius buried his coNfLICtIng emotiOns, and GRaTeFUlly accePtEd tHe waTER bottLe he PAsSed him. HiS old teAChEr Turned tO GEorgia, A sTerN exPressIOn on His facE. Darius sWalloWEd a chuckle. NoboDY could stare soMEoNE DoWN likE FaTher Gregory.

sure ENougH, GeoRGiA scARcely SeemeD tO BrEAthe while the priest lOoKed her Up and Down. Finally, FaTher GregorY STEpped bacK and FOlDEd his hands in frOnt of Him. He gave DARius a meaNingfUl look. "ShE has an AngLICan nose."

DAriUs mAskEd hIS LaUgh with a fit of COUghiNg. georgia'S eyEs flickEd fRom One Of tHeM to the othEr. "Is that A gOoD tHiNg?"

FAther gRegory haNdEd hEr The RemaiNIng watEr botTle. "IT'lL dO. watEr?"

GeorgIA tOOK it. FOr ThE firSt tImE sincE DarIUs hAd met heR, she appeaRed SPeecHlEsS. She helD the bottle in fRoNt of her witHoUt oPening IT. "um, thanks."

father Gregory nodded. "So, a cLIent. WhaT's tHe casE?"

GeoRgia openeD heR mouth. darIUs cut iN beforE she cOuLd sPEAk. "It's COMpLicAtEd."

"ComplicaTED, my CassoCk. remeMber who You're speaking to, youNG maN."

Darius fought BacK a crINGe. thiS WaS ExaCtLY whAT He'd hoped to avoid. what would tHe OLd Priest make OF hiS wOrking wIth a witCh? No. HE Was defiNitely betTer off leaViNg thAT ParT out.
 looked like it was trying  to thrott le hi m.
On ly  his  eye s betrayed his age.  Red-rimmed and rheumy  behi nd a pa i rof ro und, wi r e- f r ame dgl ass es ,  t hey n one theless  brightene d w he n Darius eme r ge d. "Thereyou  are! Sister  Pa ul sai dyou weresti ll wo rking. "  He ra ised thewa t er bot t les heh e ld  ineach hand. "She a l so said you had c ompany ." 
D a r ius  he sitated, b ut  befo r e he co u ld t h ink of a response , Georgia w a s a t hissi de. Father  Greg or y 'seyes took a  bri ef tour o f herw ild hai r , of he r leat her  ja cket an dmot or c ycl e  b oot s . H is eyebr ow swentup.D a r iussig hed.  "Thi s is GeorgiaCla re.A  cl ient. " Heigno re d the  lookon th eolder man's fac e. " Georgia,thi sisFa therG regory . H e t aught L atin at myol d s ch ool."

The familia rl i estuck to  the r o of  o f  his mou th . G eorg i a  didn 't s e em  to noti ce. Th e  s ho ck on h er  facewa s a lmo st co m ical . "You  went to  Cath o lic school?"
D arius humphed . 
F a th e r Gr ego ry approach ed.D ariu s bu r ie d h i s con flict in g  e m otions, and gratefu ll y acce ptedthe water bot tle he pas s e d  him. Hi s ol d  t e acher turned t o Geo rgia, a st e rn expre ssion  on hisface. Dar i u s swallo wed  achu ckl e .  N obody could s t a re s om eone do wnlike Fa the r G reg ory .
Sure eno ugh, Geo rg ia  s ca rce ly se e med to b re ath ewhi le th e  pries t loo kedhe ru p a nd down .  F i n ally ,Fa ther  Gr eg ory s tepp e d b ack and  folded h ish ands  i nfront o f him. He gav eDarius a m ea nin gful l o o k. "Shehas an Anglican nose."Dariusmas ked h is l augh with  afit of  co u ghing.  Georg ia'sey esf l icked f ro m o ne  of them t o the  othe r.  "Is  that a  good thing?"

Fat h erGregory hande d h er t h e  r ema i ni n g w at e r b o t tle. "It'll do.  Water?"
Ge o rg ia took it .  Fo rthe fir st time  sinc e  Darius  had mether, sheap pear e d  sp eechless.She held  the bott l e inf ro nt of  he r with ou t o penin g it." Um,  than ks."
Fa ther G regor ynodded."So, a client. What's t he cas e?"
Geo rgia open edh ermouth. Da rius  cut in be for e s he co uld speak . "I t 's  co m plica ted. " 

"Compli c at ed, m ycassock. Re m e m ber  whoyou ' re spe akin g to, young man." 
Darius fought  bac k a c rin g e. T hi s was exactlywha th e 'd hoped  t o avoid. Wh at would  t h e old  pries t make  of his w or k ing wi th a  wi tch? No.Hewa s  defini te ly better  off  l eaving  thatp arto u t.
 looked_like it_was trying to throttle_him.

Only his_eyes_betrayed his_age._Red-rimmed and rheumy_behind a pair_of round, wire-framed glasses,_they nonetheless brightened_when_Darius emerged. "There you are! Sister Paul said you were still working." He raised_the_water bottles_he_held_in each hand. "She also_said you had company."

Darius hesitated,_but before_he could think of a response, Georgia was_at_his side. Father_Gregory's eyes took a brief tour of her wild_hair, of her leather jacket and_motorcycle boots. His_eyebrows_went_up.

Darius sighed. "This is_Georgia Clare. A client." He ignored_the look on the older man's_face. "Georgia, this is Father Gregory. He_taught Latin at my old school."

The_familiar lie stuck to the_roof of_his mouth. Georgia didn't seem_to notice. The_shock on_her face was_almost comical. "You went to Catholic_school?"

Darius humphed.

Father Gregory_approached. Darius buried his conflicting emotions,_and_gratefully accepted the_water_bottle_he passed_him. His old_teacher_turned to_Georgia,_a stern expression on his face._Darius_swallowed a chuckle. Nobody could stare someone_down like Father Gregory.

Sure_enough,_Georgia scarcely seemed to_breathe while the priest looked_her up and down. Finally, Father_Gregory stepped_back and_folded his hands in front of him. He gave Darius a_meaningful look. "She has an Anglican_nose."

Darius masked his laugh_with a_fit_of coughing. Georgia's_eyes_flicked from_one of them to the other. "Is_that a_good thing?"

Father Gregory handed her the_remaining water bottle. "It'll_do._Water?"

Georgia took it. For the first_time since Darius had met her,_she appeared speechless. She held_the_bottle_in front of her without_opening it. "Um, thanks."

Father Gregory nodded._"So, a client._What's the case?"

Georgia opened her mouth. Darius_cut_in before she could speak. "It's_complicated."

"Complicated,_my cassock. Remember who you're speaking_to,_young_man."

Darius fought back a cringe._This was exactly what he'd hoped_to avoid. What would the old priest make of_his working with_a witch? No. He was_definitely_better_off leaving that part out.