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Tegan could hold a fake smile for hours and knew this would be one of those evenings. She looked around the room at Munich’s bourgeoisie, eccentrics and occultists. Wilhelm wasn’t so good at faking.
“Who the hell is that? He chuckled.
Tegan looked over at a slender woman, too slender wearing a long flowing purple dress, long blonde hair nearly hit the floor just above her ankles. Her voice filled the room with her opinions on the rightness of the Reich.
“Don’t laugh,” Tegan said. “We may need her.”
“Doubtful,” he said. Oh schiesse, here she comes.”
Tegan extended her hand. The woman didn’t respond. She just stood there with her hand on her hip.
“I’m sure you know I am the leader of many influential groups here, but mostly I’m a light bearer.”
Now Tegan had to hold in her laughter. Oh goodie one of those, an arrogant socialite who thinks they are saving the world by being a Nazi.
“Very nice to meet you,” Tegan said. I am Teg….”
“I know who you are….American.” she said.
Oh if only she knew. Tegan thought.
The woman turned to Wilhelm.
“What brought you back to Munich, Herr Emmerich?”
“Family business,” he said. “And you are?”
A red blush swept across her sharp Aryan face. She let out a laugh that roared through the house.
“You are funny, Herr Emmerich, I hope to see you soon at one of my classes. I make magicians out of those who are called. I can feel your strong vibration.”
My wife Tegan, has also been called.” He actually said with a straight face.
“Many people think they are called,” she said as she turned and walked away.
“Her spiritual and racial superiority are impressive, don’t you think? Tegan asked?
“Get me out of here,” he said. “Is this what we are supposed to working with?”
“Against, dear, we are working against them. I want to eat her, the spiritually arrogant have a light black pepper taste in their blood.”
“I know I said no feeding in the house, but I will make an exception for her,” he said.