She shook her head, her jaw tight. “That’s not why,” she argued. “I couldn’t feel anything at all. He’s a complete null, but I don’t think it’s because of his mental shields. People with good mental shields still slip up from time to time. However he’s hiding his emotions, it’s magical and I think intentional.”
I frowned at her. I thought I understood what she was saying, but I wasn’t certain. “What do you mean, intentional?”
Savannah took a deep breath before answering. “I think he’s hiding something. I think he knew I was an empath before he even applied for the job and he took steps to protect himself. Magical steps.”
“I know he’s hiding something,” I replied.
My response seemed to take Savannah by surprise. “You know he’s hiding something?” she repeated. “You’ve known all along?”
I nodded. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you,” I apologized. “I didn’t want to bring it to your attention if you didn’t notice it yourself.” I paused, looking for the best way to share the information without violating Harrison’s privacy. I’d violated it enough when I used magic to vet him before hiring him. What I’d learned, well, it wasn’t a danger to Savannah or me. It was a sad story, but it also wasn’t my story to tell. “Harrison hasn’t had it easy and he’s experienced a lot of pain in his life. The magic he’s using, it’s not malicious. It’s his attempt at keeping a modicum of privacy.”
The suspicion on Savannah’s face faded. “You know why he’s using magical protection?”
I nodded. “I do, but it wouldn’t be right for me to share that information with you. I know you hate invading another person’s private feelings, so I know how badly this bothers you. But I can promise you that Harrison means neither of us any harm.”
“All right,” she relented. “If you say there’s no reason for me to worry, then I won’t.”
I reached out and squeezed her hand. “Just try to give him a chance, okay? If anyone needs a second chance in life, it’s Harrison Morris.”
Savannah studied me for a long moment, her dark eyes probing. Then she nodded. “I’ll keep an open mind.”
“Thank you. Now, go home. I do believe your handsome fiancé is waiting for you.”
She smiled at me and got to her feet. “See you tomorrow.”
I returned her smile and waited until she left my office before I allowed it to fade. I knew what it was like to gather up the tattered remains of a life and begin anew with nothing but hope to guide you.
