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Amelia listened patiently as Aedan rattled off the list of his impressive abilities. To Amelia's mind, all the skills were rather useless. She had plenty of servants for those tasks all ready. She was mildly interested in his ability to speak properly and attend balls, but that was almost a disappointment. It would be much more amusing if her new toy would make a fool of himself from ignorance. She always welcomed a new source of entertainment.

Amelia all ready knew that the skills she was interested in would never be spoken aloud. She wanted his inner truths, the secrets that should never see the light of day. She turned toward him, interested in his final two statements. This was something she could use. "You like numbers? How interesting. The idea of them bore me terribly. Did your previous master use this skill? I cannot let it go to waste here, now can I?"

Amelia smiled and rose from the piano bench, disappointed that he did not reach for the book. Perhaps her first assumption had been wrong. "As for your memory, I'm sure that you must have wonderful stories that you can tell me. It would be interesting to find out how your past Lord ran his house as apposed to this one. The poor Tristan. There must be some flaw for his injury to have been so dramatic." She chuckled to herself, eyeing the wolf casually. "I find it difficult to believe the fool could trip and have such injury, no matter how stupid he may be."

"Lady Amelia, supper is ready." Amelia frowned, annoyed by Ana's interruption. The maid crept into the room, her eyes constantly darting toward's Aedan. Amelia blinked, her mood sinking to realize that Ana's fear of the Lycan seemed to be short lived. How disappointing.

"Has Father all ready left?" Amelia asked, her body tenser than she desired.

Ana blinked, as if needed to refocus her thoughts. Amelia frowned, unsure what the maid's distraction could be. "He is gathering his last belongings now. He wanted to see you before he leaves."

Amelia nodded, smoothed her skirt, and walked to the main hall. "Thank you. Ana, you are dismissed for the evening if you desire. But first.... Set out two places on the table."

Ana tilted her head with confusion. "Two, Madam?"

Amelia smiled, turning back to the pair before disappearing into the hall. She could hear her father fumbling on his way down the stairs. "Yes, I do not like eating alone. Aedan will be joining me."