Cassius took the paper from his hand and looked down at it, watching as the blank sheet before him transformed. He squinted his eyes trying to make sense of the indecipherable letters and symbols that danced before his eyes almost mockingly as they refused to form any sort of coherent sentences. He glanced back up through the two way mirror at the witch sitting at the table. She rolled her eyes and was making small gestures with her handcuffed hands.
“Right.” Cassius said looking back over at Brandon. He wasn’t about to let the prick know that he couldn’t read the message. Whatever magic was used was either just for her eyes only, or his magic wasn’t strong enough to read it. “So she brought this in voluntarily, and you all responded by arresting her and locking her in interrogation. I understand why she refuses to read it to you.” He didn’t attempt to hide the bite from his tone. This was the problem with so many of the hunters, the refusal to treat witches with basic decency. “Well let's go talk to her.”
“Is this the Hunters or a modeling agency?” Her Grandmother said as a higher ranked officer burst into the room and escorted out the one who was questioning her. Delilah tried to keep the smile off her lips as she knew that he was no doubt about to be chewed out.
Her Grandmother leaned her incorporeal body through the two way glass and watched as the men discussed, or rather were berated by their boss. “Honestly chile, if Hunters looked this good in my day I-”
“Oh la, enough Mémé. What are they saying?” Delilah interrupted rolling her eyes. The woman has been dead for a hundred years and yet she wasn’t tired about talking about men.
“Well ma cher, the little sniveling one that arrested you was just taken out of the room and oh hold on.”
“What? What’s happening.”
“Oh, you're not going to believe this, I think that Hunter is a witch! Well I never, going after his own kind? How could anyone-”
Delilah stopped listening as her grandmother went on a tangent about the lack of respect in today's witches. She had heard about this guy, he had made big waves in the witch community. A male witch choosing to join the institution that was out to kill people like him for centuries, it was ludicrous. She remembered seeing his smiling face on magazines, newspapers and morning news programs before she was ushered off to school. Her mother had always said he was only a pawn, the Hunters probably had no real respect for the man and were using him a mouthpiece in an attempt to ease the public.
But she had seen his changes. He was the spearhead for stopping a lot of necessary cruelty towards witches. Witches were no longer to be stopped in the streets randomly and asked to identify themselves, witch businesses that were attacked by anti-witch groups started getting proper investigations and he made sure those parties were arrested.
He left a lot of Hunters scrambling in his wake, he rooted out the most racist and openly corrupt members of the Hunters fired and banned from joining any type of law enforcement. She remembered little witch boys on the playground who were born without magic being inspired to help. She knew a few of them joined the hunters themselves in an attempt to protect their mothers and sisters.
Delilah had pretty much forgotten all about him, he had such a positive influence on the witch community over the past fifteen plus years. The rising panic that had been building in Del since she stepped into the building was slowly starting to fade. At least with him here she knew she would be safe, he would watch out for her.
“Cher they’re coming in.”
Delilah’s eyes snapped up and she motioned for her Grandmother to move. “Cache-toi.” She hissed quietly, making sure to keep her voice low so they wouldn’t hear. Her Grandmother pouted and shook her head. “No I won’t leave you here with -”
“Cache-toi.” Delilah repeated, trying to keep her voice low, “If he’s a witch I can’t take the chance that he-”
Before she could finish, the door was opening again and she sent a panicked gaze to her Grandmother who sighed and then disappeared just as quickly as she had appeared in the first place. Delilah attempted to cover up her panicked face as she watched the older of the two officers pick up the thrown chair and place it at the table. He sat down across from her and smiled warmly. Ignoring the other officer who stood slightly away from him.
“I already told that one I want a lawyer.” She said glaring at prick, she wanted to put a hex on him so badly.
“Oh that won’t be necessary.” The older man spoke, drawing Delilah’s pointed gaze over to him. “You’re not under arrest.” He leaned over and waved his hand over the handcuffs and they sprung open. She drew her hands up quickly and rubbed tenderly at her wrists, shooting a glare over to the other one.
“I’m Sergeant Kane.” The older one spoke again reaching his hand across the table for her to shake. “I’d like to apologize for my junior officers...exuberance. He had no right to treat you like that, Miss?”
“Devereaux.” Delilah said reaching across to shake his hand. “Delilah. You’re already so much nicer than the two that arrested me. They didn’t bother to ask me for my name.” She sent another pointed glare at the other officer, not hiding her small smile as she noticed his Sergeant look back at him with a scowl of disappointment. “I’m sorry to hear that.” Sergeant Kane said before looking back at Delilah.
He placed the paper that she had brought in on the table. “I understand that you brought this in to help us? A letter from the Clades. Now why would they give this to you.”
“I already told that one that I’m not saying anything. You had your chance.” She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, her gaze challenging the Sergeant.
“Ms. Devereaux it would be a great help if you could tell us why they gave this note to you and what it says.”
She raised an eyebrow at that. Surely he could read it for himself, she searched his eyes for a moment before a smile spread across her face. “Oh you-” He shook his head slightly, “Look Ms. Devereaux we can’t keep you here, but if you could-”
She put her hand up to silence him and then smiled, and leaned her elbows back on the table, resting her chin on her hands. This was great, for whatever reason, Sergeant Kane couldn’t read the paper she brought in. Maybe it was true about male witches being inept in comparison to their female counterparts, or perhaps the letter was simply for her eyes only. Either way she held all the power in this situation.
She flicked her gaze from the Sergeant to the officer standing near him. The one who’d kept her here all evening, wasting her time with his rudeness and childish antics. “Oh I’ll let you know what that letter says.” Her voice dripped with sarcastic sweetness. She smiled over at the officer, fluttering her eyes slightly, her dimple appearing in her cheek as she forced her sweetest smile. “As soon as your stupid attack dog over there apologizes to me.” She made direct eye contact with the man, letting her eyes flash gold, the way they did when she did magic. She wanted him to remember that he had to apologize to a witch. Someone he thought was so beneath him. “And I want it to be very heartfelt, I want tears to come to my eyes.”
Sergeant Kane blinked, surprised by her sudden change. He tried to keep his face impassive as he was glad that she covered for his inability to read the note. Clearing his throat he turned to look at the junior Hunter. “Officer Myers.” He said coolly. “Apologize to Ms. Devereaux for her unfair treatment.”