I looked at Fang, a little taken aback by the little confession he had made. I did not know what to say back to him. He had come here all the way and helped me while I was the one who had left him there alone with his fans. “You should treat your fans sometimes,” I said to him, trying to lighten the mood and distract the topic. 

Fang stared at me with his dark eyes, and my smile flattered on my face. He leaned towards my side of the chair on the armrest, “Are you fine with your soulmate being looked at and touched by other women?” 

My eyes rolled as soon as he said that, “I don’t care.”

Fang did not anything for a long time as he continued to stare at me and I kept trying to find meaning in the way he looked at me. I really wished I had his abilities so I could his thought process sometimes. It would be lovely to see what he had planned and plotted this time. Fang finally sat straight on his chair and looked at the receptionist, who was sorting the files out and then back at me, “You will one day.” 

“What?” I asked, completely forgetting about our previous course of conversation. 

Fang’s lips twisted as he looked at me with his head leaned back leisurely, “Nothing.” 

“What do you mean, nothing?” I asked. There had to be something. Not like I wanted to pry into something useless, but the receptionist was taking enough time for me to get bored. I wanted to keep my mind off of other things as well, and Fang seemed to have that effect on me of keeping me distracted with his irritating personality. When he did not respond to anything and rather stared at the receptionist, I called him, “Fang!” 

“What!?” he replied, a little irked and carry forwarding his previous feelings. “It was nothing, now let me concentrate.” 

My brows creased at his words, “What are you concentrating on?” I tried to check what he was doing, and all Fang did was stare at the receptionist. 

For a long time, Fang kept looking at the receptionist, and when the receptionist looked up, Fang stared at him dead in the eye and asked, “Should I come and help you there?” Fang’s tone wasn’t friendly at all. In fact, he was irritated from the moment he had met and entered here. 

The receptionist did a nervous laugh before replying, “I got it Sir.” 

“Then what is taking you long to bring it here?” Fang asked, and the receptionist wiped his forehead to the sleeve of his shirt. I did not know what Fang was concentrating on, probably reading his mind, but I thought he had to meet certain criteria, like touching the person to get access to their memory chamber. Nevertheless, it looked like something was fishy about the receptionist. 

He gingerly made his way forward with a file in his hand and handed it to me, “T-This is about all the criminal history, so I would urge to read only the last page as you need that.” 

“What is wrong with other pages?” Fang was quick to ask. 

The receptionist looked around the room where the people were staring at him and he was sweating buckets right now. He leaned closer to Fang and said, “Minister Fang, this is the kind of information we only disclose with a proper notice.” 

Fang tilted his head to the side, “Where do you get your permissions from?” 

The receptionist wrung his hands, not understanding what answer he should give to that. I, on the other hand, did not even look at the file, trying to see the exchange of words between the two men. The receptionist gulped before he replied, “From the police department or the elders.” 

There was a smile that appeared on Fang’s lips, “I am the head of our Waterwoods police department and elder representative in the court. There you have your permissions.” 

I looked at Fang as he turned to me, totally ignoring the receptionist. “What was that about?” I whispered to him. 

He shook his head, “Nothing. You go through the file as you wish.” Fang was being extremely considerate towards my needs and it was only making me question his motives. He had always taken a price in return in the past and I doubted people changed their ways easily. When the receptionist was about to interfere, Fang’s eyes turned back at him and he spoke, “I am sure you have a lot of phone calls to attend to. Get going.” Fang waved his hand as if giving an order and he looked nothing less to a king right now. 

Maybe he wanted to get back on the topic of marrying me. The way he roamed around and acted, I was truly starting to believe that Fang was looking for the throne. 

“Focus, little one,” Fang’s voice pulled me out of my daze where I was looking at the big C engraved on the file. 

They plausibly sorted as per the surname because the same system was followed in our village. I blinked rapidly before I heard the receptionist leave us with the file alone and, coincidentally; the telephone rang. I flipped the lightweight file as I wanted to see the last page and opened it from behind. The last page indeed was of Zelda with her photo there and I read through the case where it said ‘grant of temporary bail on account of Police Chief of Winterwells – Jack Walter.’ 

“Aha!” I slapped the back of my hand on the page, “This is perfectly enough to get both of them.” 

Fang leaned in to read and snicked, “How foolish.” 

I immediately got up with the page and asked the man sitting at the reception with the telephone receiver on his ear, “Do you have a printer here?” 

The receptionist did not cut the call but this time he was polite with his tone, “You cannot take a copy, madam.” 

Fang, who had come to stand beside me, spoke immediately, “I need it to solve a case as evidence.” The receptionist only got more worried about this. He really looked like he was tied between the decisions when Fang was standing in front of him. 

“You will need a lawyer for that,” came the low voice of the receptionist. 

Fang chuckled before he leaned forward and grabbed the man’s shirt before pulling him forward and the wig on the receptionist’s head slid backwards, “Do I look like someone who needs a lawyer? The lawyers need me. Now get the print of this page if you want to see your job intact here for the rest of your life. 

The receptionist quickly nodded his head as the telephone receiver slipped out of his hand and fell on the desk. “Let me get that,” the man moved his hand forward, and I handed him the last page, removing it from the plastic cover. 

The receptionist grabbed the paper and ran away from there. He found the big printer at the corner of the room and I really felt bad for that man now. 

“You didn’t have to be that rough with him,” I said to Fang, but Fang was in no mood to listen to me as his eyes were dauntingly trained on the receptionist. It was now that I understood that this case was related to Waterwoods as well. I was quick to ask, “Was it Zelda who attacked on Waterwoods as well that night?” 

“Yes,” Fang gave me a brief reply and somewhere I felt awed by her strength. In one night she had fatally hurt so many people. 

I did not understand why she was so strong when it was just one person, “Is Zelda really that formidable as an opponent that she took on so many wolves in just one night and not to mention, just one blade at that.” 

Fang finally turned his gaze towards me, “Selene, you don’t know anything about the Cermesi clan do you?” 

I shook my head, “How would I know that sitting in the dungeons.” 

This time, Fang was the one to roll his eyes. He intended his hand ahead and this time I did not do the same mistake of thinking it was for holding my hand. I looked at Fang and there was a light smirk on his lips as he asked, “Hand me the dagger.” I removed it from where I had securely kept it in my pocket such that it wouldn’t tear through my fabric. Fang showed me the symbol again, “Look here, it looks like an arrow inside a drop, doesn’t it?” I nodded and Fang questioned, “What do you think it represents?” 

I looked at the symbol, which was faintly carved at the bottom of the blade. My eyes narrowed and all the gears in my head started turning, but I could not come to one answer, “What does it mean? Water?” 

Fang chuckled before turning the dagger in his hand and holding the blade between his fingers with hitting my forehead with the hilt. 

“Oww!” What was that for?” I rubbed my forehead at the pain shot up from the already injured mountain on my temple. 

Fang showed me the symbol again, “It is an arrow inside a drop of blood, now you know who the Cermesi are.” I squinted at Fang as if that symbol was supposed to do the talking for Fang. 

“I don’t,” I dramatically said to Fang before folding my hand over my chest. Fang’s eyes travelled lower where my bosom was defined, right now because I had folded my hand below it. Fang’s lips curled, and I was quick to snap, “Eyes here.” I raised my two fingers to his eyes and then pointed back at mine. He really had some nerve to stare at me like that. 

“Can’t help you know,” Fang said as he shrugged, “Beauty is supposed to be looked at.” 

“Pervert,” I banged my fist on the table instead of hitting him. I really wanted to pull a clean slap across his face, but I had already been dragged by the guards out once. 

Fang took a deep breath and exhaled, “You should learn to take a compliment.” 

I rolled my eyes at him, “Can’t you focus on the topic? Stop talking about me and tell me about what that symbol means.” 

Fang hummed as he brought the dagger up to his eyes level and then spoke, “The arrow and the drop of blood symbolise the profession of the Cermesi clan.” 

“And what is that?” I asked getting irritated now. 

Fang chuckled at me, “You really look cute when you are angry, all-” 

“Shut up and tell me about the Cermesi clan,” I whispered loudly and Fang raised his hand in a surrender sign. 

He handed me back the dagger before telling, “They kill for money, Cermesi is the well-known assassin in the west of Greenland.”