Page 299 of Small Town Firsts
Luna reached over the table and covered my hand. “But what if it’s a beautiful bit of amazing in the ashes?”
“What if it’s just ashes?”
Luna sighed. “We have so much work to do.”
EIGHT
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Tuesday
Gettingready for work at five in the morning seemed a little excessive. Especially when I’d spent the evening with Luna tearing my life apart.
Okay, that was an exaggeration.
I had faceplanted at nine o’clock since I’d started drinking immediately when I walked in the door just after five. Things had gotten a bit fuzzy before Luna put me to bed.
In the end, there was one thing I remembered.
Wands.
Lots and lots of freaking wands.
Normally, I was excited to see them in readings. They described me in a nutshell. A little wild, a lot of fire, and brimming with ideas. But fireandPMS? Yeah, that wasn’t what I wanted to hear.
Or more, what I didn’t want to face.
Wands also could burn.
I’d put myself in the shower before my eyeballs were all the way open and went right to my drafting table to settle myself down. I’d been dreaming of that blasted cat and my little fox all night. This was one thing I didn’t have to fight. Art was always my solace.
A little rejuvenating tea to get the toxins out and my pencils and paint would get me right. Then I could deal with Preston.
Maybe.
I dabbed my brush in the fresh glass of water and watched the water bloom with crimson. The gray cat had snuck into the drawings again. I followed my intuition and let him do his thing.
Sylvia was just as pissed as I was about the intrusion. She chased him around the apartment, creating chaos.
I stayed bent over my table for so long, my back screamed for mercy, but I still kept working. I drew panel after panel of the silver fox trying to urge the cat back out the open window. Instead of reacting, the cat simply sat there cleaning himself, ignoring Sylvia’s antics.
“Watermelon Sugar” blasted into my subconscious and I swore.
For once, I’d been up early enough to be on time for work, and here I was, still in my damn towel.
I stabbed my paintbrush into the glass jar and got most of the paint off, rolling it into a damp cotton towel to clean later. I slammed my watercolor tins shut then sprinted for the closet.
Luckily, since most of my wardrobe was black, it was easy to pull out something to wear. I went with a black sundress with a smattering of daisy appliqués on it, nude heeled sandals that wrapped up my calves, and a short black jacket that fell right below my bra strap.
Black lace and cotton for my underwear since my little apartment was already hot. Today was going to be a scorcher.
Hopefully, not personally. That fire energy needed a bucket of cold water right about now.
I snatched my watch off the charger, glad that Luna had so considerately peeled it off my arm before she put me to bed.
“Five minutes. Crap.” I ran across the room to my altar and snagged a few citron and silver chains and my heavy amethyst pendant.
