"Lots of people disappear. For all we know, she quit. Or threw
herself off a bridge." Seara snorted. "Now, if you'll excuse
me..." She pushed past Genya.
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It was someone, a little short, but with defined features that
seemed to indicate some sort of adulthood. He was dressed neatly,
but there was still something wild to him. And... the eyes were the
same blue from earlier.
"Ah. The newest maid." His voice was quiet, almost thoughtful. He
was studying her.
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"Don't need to be so formal. You're a part of our household. For
better or..." He trailed off, a purposeful edge in his voice. He
wasn't smiling anymore, just staring at her. "You're Genya, right?
I'm Alexander."
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Lord Alexander smiled, almost rather creepily. "If you want to call
me by my first name, then Aleko will surely do." His words pressed
with a surprising force.
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But Alexander had already turned away. Running a hand through his
hair, he left.
"Genya!"
Sarah was panting, her hands on her knees. "It's bad- she's- I
mean, she's- her-" She was checking herself, looking for the words.
"She's gone!" she blurted.
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