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TW - physical violence description, violence against women, choking, abuse, physical harm, injury

Vollrath, Elmar, & Baldur discover what happened to Mahala when she was alone in the office with Jonathan...

Before he sat down at his desk, Vollrath took a bottle of water over to Mahala, who told him she was now just feeling tired. Baldur and Elmar watched as he said something softly to her and kissed her forehead, then closed his suit jacket over her again. During it all, she hadn’t moved. Jonathan was lucky she was alive, they were both sure. Vollrath was never gentle with anything, yet he was handling her like she was made of the most fragile mercury glass. There was a look on his face, when he looked at her, that they had never seen before. Since both had known him since they were all children, that told them a lot about what was going on with him. Neither had a doubt now that she WAS the Lioness. “Okay, let’s see what really happened in here.” Vollrath said as he took a seat in his office chair, and letting out a heavy sigh. Baldur and Elmar grabbed chairs from the still overturned conference table and rolled them over, sitting so they could see too. None of them were particularly looking forward to having to watch her be attacked, but they all had to know what happened before the Council meeting. So, Vollrath hit play on the downloaded video, and they all waited.

They watched as the recording showed the three of them leaving, then Mahala unsteadily making her way to the bathroom. The heavy exhale from Vollrath had his two friends looking over at him, a bit nervously. He was obviously still upset at the way she had staggered as if drunk, leftover side effects of his anger. The guilt on his face was an unusual sight, and was one more clue that there was definitely something going on between Vollrath and Mahala that they had never witnessed before between him and another woman. He was now holding his chin in his hand, obviously tense already and nothing had happened; they hoped that when it did, he would be able to contain it.

It was shortly after that point in the video when Jonathan entered the frame. He sat down what looked like some reports on Vollrath’s desk, as he said he had. Then he seemed to be looking for something on the desk, moving some files and looking through others. There was some more shuffling of papers that were randomly on the desk until he froze, that was when the door to the private office bathroom opened and Mahala exited, still a little shaky and with a hand to her temple. The audio hadn't been downloaded but from the gestures, there had been some kind of conversation about who she was. The fact she had on Vollrath’s suit jacket apparently did not make it obvious she was somehow connected to him. Jonathan’s head started shaking and he grabbed both of Mahala’s upper arms and slammed her into the wall. There was a slight crack as Vollrath had a death grip on the arms of his office chair, and something plastic had broken. “Easy big guy, look over there. She’s fallen asleep, nice and easy. She’s fine.” Elmar tried to reassure his friend, keeping his voice calm. Or maybe he was reassuring himself, he was no less enraged. The devastation in the room, and the way he’d just seen Jonathan handle the woman, concerned him, a lot.

The video continued on to her trying to get away, obviously saying something. Mahala was once again slammed into the wall, then Jonathan had let go of one of her arms to choke her. There was about 5 seconds of that, with all three of them growing increasingly tense and enraged, and they watched as she put her hands on Jonathan’s chest and shoved once, and the second time it was like the room exploded in a white light. When the camera focused once more, the room was how they had found it when they rushed in.

“How did she do that?” Baldur asked incredulously. If she was untrained as Vollrath had said, how could she have commanded that much power into someone else? He was still staring at the screen where Vollrath had frozen it, trying to wrap his head around what he’d just seen. Nothing was making sense.

“She is untrained, she was terrified, and she probably didn’t mean to. Think about it. Her mind would have been focused on getting him away from her. She’s been in the company of the three of us this morning for a while. Three powerful warlocks, one being the Master of a whole Coven. It is going to call to her dormant powers, which are damn strong, Bal. Depending how much time she spent with Vol last night, could be a damn strong pull by now. Not to mention whatever residual magic was floating around from Vol losing his temper over jealousy, and then having to help her feel better.” Elmar laid out everything he was thinking. He waited for Vollrath or Baldur to correct him if he got something wrong.

“She slept in my arms on my couch last night.” Vollrath caught both of them raising their brows as they looked at him. “You can judge for yourselves our level of affection and how close we were. So, with the two of you both around her this morning, I’m sure that Elmar is correct. Which is why her training has to start immediately. It saved her life, but she could hurt someone on accident as well.” He looked at the two of them in turn before scrubbing a hand over his face and up into his hair.

Baldur considered it all. “She definitely shouldn’t be alone. Elmar or I should stay with her during the Council meeting tonight. You have to talk to them. The video will speak for itself, I’ll call down to security to have them get us a copy with audio. We need to protect her till you leave for your cabin with her. She doesn’t seem the kind to attack someone else, but Jonathan has friends that might not listen to the truth. Another incident like this one, even with provocation and you know that someone will be out for blood.”

Elmar nodded in agreement. She also needed to be protected from anyone that Jonathan might know that would seek retribution. She had not acted wrong, but others might not see that. “I’ll stay with her. Bal, you figured out what was wrong first. You can speak to the bruises we saw. If they want to hear from me, they can send you or Vol in. I can’t add much that you two wouldn’t be better for. But if they come for her, they aren’t going to fare well.” His tone and expression were serious. There were times that he didn’t trust the Council and this was one.

“El, don’t start a fight where there isn’t one.” Baldur warned. He knew exactly why he felt that way. “Vol and I got this. No one is going to come for her. This isn’t the same situation as your sister.” The growl that came from Elmar told him that he might have stepped on a nerve he shouldn’t have, but he didn’t flinch. “It’s not. Neither Vol or I are going to let them come for her. You just keep her company and make her tea, if she needs it, with some lemon. Her throat has got to be killing her.” He glanced in her direction, concern evident across his face.

“NO. ONE. is going to come for her.” Vollrath stated absolutely. “We are not going to mention the level of familiarity between her and I, nor that she spent last night in my company. She came here this morning to meet with the three of us after I confronted her on my property last night preparing to do a ritual she is not trained in. I convinced her to hear the three of us out about her abilities, and the ritual she clearly did not understand. That is all that they need to know. Or do you gentlemen feel differently?” Vollrath looked at both of them, as they agreed with him. He too knew the Council often stopped listening when they heard something that they thought was the “real story”, and were wrong. Limiting the story to just what happened in his office would prevent that. “How do we explain her having your jacket?” Elmar asked. That was the only flaw he could see in the explanation that Vollrath was suggesting. “Everyone knows Vol’s temper. She wasn’t understanding and accepting what was being said, and he started to lose his temper out of frustration. She didn’t know about shielding and he didn’t think about that. He caused her to pass out. We’ll leave out the real reason: she didn’t understand that you and I were flirting with her just to piss off the big guy, and Vol was actually jealous and about to hit one of us.” Baldur gave a tight smile. Not one of any of their finer moments and he would be happy to leave it out from anyone ever hearing about it.

“Yes, that would be the better explanation for that. And we WERE making her tea so you both could tell me what an asshole I am, and how I need to control my temper. So, it’s not like they will question that.” Vollrath sighed. He still felt guilty about that, and now more so that she had been hurt when he left her alone in the office.

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A confession draws them closer

Vollrath, for his part, wasn't fairing much better and was glad this had happened in his home and not office. Being forced to cover for his reaction would have made him fuck up, he was sure. "I'll keep that in mind for the future." Would he ever, and how she affected him as well. At the moment he was trying to figure out how to not ruin things but get to talks they needed to have. Nothing since they had walked into his house has gone according to his plans, and that was a rare occurrence.

"I'm always open to bribes." Her hand that had landed on the back of his head during their kiss, lightly ruffled his hair. She was starting to get nervous again under his intense gaze, even if now there was no hostility in it at all.

"Is that so?" He slid her off the stool so she was standing pressed against him, then slowly started backing towards the coffee pot. He had an idea. Hopefully he was not as clueless at romance as he thought. "Hopefully homemade bribes work just as well as store bought." He grinned as he spun her to face the counter where the pot was then caged her against it with his arms.

The small gasp and laugh told him enough that he'd done well so far. "Maybe I can bribe you to share more about you tonight." He reached to get the mugs and placed a kiss against the side of her neck as he set them down. "I'll even trade some about me." As he started to pour the mugs, he rested his head against hers.

"I might be amenable to that trade." Mahala couldn't hide the smile in her voice as she answered him. She may have said she didn't believe in fairy tales but she almost felt like she was in on at the moment. The princess with the powerful wizard seducing her and also having fallen in love with her at first sight, only to reveal she was a sorcerss.

Finishing pouring, Vollrath wrapped his arms around her from behind. "I'm sorry that I upset you earlier." He wasn't sure where that came from. If there was something he did only slightly more frequently than kissing a woman but rarely enough no one could remember the last time, it was apologize.

"I have a feeling it won't be the last time we have a miscommunication. " She laid her arms atop his. "We have lived very different lives in different worlds." Her head leaned back against his chest. "It means a lot that you apologized though." She turned her head and tipped it back to look up at him.

"There is probably one more thing I should mention before you meet Baldur and Elmar." How did he explain this one to her? Since meeting her he could barely stop touching and placing his lips on her. Still Vollrath needed to get it out of the way. Gently kissing her upturned lips, since he very well could get smacked or pushed away shortly. It might be his last opportunity for a while.

"You're stalling." Mahala teased with a grin.

"I am. You didn't have to point it out though." He chuckled and held her slightly tighter, wondering where this ease came from. "See, they will of course mention it, and.." he lightly sighed. Swallowing hard he decided to just spit it out. "I am not normally like this around a woman. At all. Not this relaxed, not this affectionate, and," due to his nerves getting the better of him, he dropped his lips down next to her ear. "I know you won't believe this, but the last woman I kissed that wasn’t family was in college, and I've slept with a few since then. I don’t just mean on the lips, I mean anywhere, period." His eyes closed. They could be starting over from scratch in seconds and he was already missing the feel of her in his arms, the smell of the way her body chemistry interacted with the sandalwood oil she'd gotten on her during the interrupted ritual, and the feel of her skin under his lips.

Turning in his arms to face him, Mahala’s face was awash with a mixture of confusion and shock. "Are you serious right now?" Her eyes searched his face as she waited for a response. He couldn’t be, could he? He had kissed her forehead when they were still out in the woods on his property.

Normally when Vollrath heard that question it was full of sarcasm, but hers was full of confusion, as was her expression. "Yes. I told you earlier that you are very special, my little witch. Don't ask me to explain, because I can't. I'm not playing games, Mahala, I gave you my word." There was a soft sigh as he finished talking and at the end his voice sounded defeated; he wasn't sure how to feel, which was in itself a new feeling. He was a Master Warlock and head of his own company. Normally he was fully in control of everything and everyone around him. Then he found Mahayla in the forest and he felt like his world was upended.

"I didn't mean it like…now I'm the one who is sorry, Vollrath. Bad word choice." Gently one hand rose to lay on his cheek, the auburn stubble there tickling at her palm and fingertips. "I just meant it has all felt so…" she struggled to find the word without once more using a poor word choice.

"Natural." He ended the sentence for her as she nodded. "You also don't need to apologize. It seems we are both in new territory tonight." His lips formed a soft smile as his eyes softened around the edges. Vollrath didn’t believe in love at first sight, but this was definitely a new territory that he’d never been in before and he was curious exactly what this was. What he did know was that having Mahala in his arms DID feel like the most natural thing in the world and the little acts of affection required no thought like they had in relationships in the past.

“Very new. Whatever is going on between us plus this whole thing with witches, warlocks, hunters….I’m just…overwhelmed…” She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the middle of his chest. Her emotions were starting to get the best of her and she let out a stuttered breath, almost a dry sob as she just felt everything hitting her at once. When Vollrath’s strong, muscled arms enveloped her to hold her gently, there was something so comforting in it, and she felt herself wrapping her arms around him and just relaxing into his strength.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Vollrath kissed the top of her head, his hands gently caressing her back. “How about we skip talking in here and take the coffee up to my bedroom, I have a huge sofa up there we can relax on? It’s more comfortable and not so bright. It’s my sanctuary from the world” For some reason the thought of having her wrapped up in his arms, relaxing in his room, made his heart speed. He felt a NEED to do this, to have her close and keep her that way.

When she nodded against his chest, he smiled against her hair and kissed her head again. “You are safe, Mahala, always with me.” It was a vow that went to the very core of his soul.

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