Page 89 of Touched By Moonlight
Chapter 25
When break time was over,I decided to seekhelp.
If I were to finish these reports and save my job, leaving on my own time, I needed arecruit.
Kara wasn’t at herdesk.
I rolled back my chair and peeked around the corner. Lavender, in the cube next to hers, doodled in a notebook. Time for Lavender to earn herpaycheck.
I walkedover.
“HiLavender.”
She didn’t respond. Lavender Speigel was weird. Others speculated she was one of the many nepotism hires. Lavender rode a bicycle to work, carried her own lunch and was a vegan. That wasn’t the odd stuff, except she rode her bike in winter, so the office gossipssaid.
She hadn’t made any friends at work the month she’d been at the company and management seemed to ignore her, just let her do whatever work she decided to take on at that particularmoment.
I saw her paycheck in passing. Lavender had left the echeck stub out on her desk for anyone to read in passing. It was enough to make my head spin. She had to be related to one of the executives. No one makes $125,000 fordoodling.
Once I’d speculated she was Fae, but I knew my people. Lavender was merelyeccentric.
“Hi Lavender,” I said, louder this time. “I need some help with inputting the data for these reports Randall wants bytomorrow.”
She lifted her head. Lavender had a heart-shaped face, wispy blonde hair and a slender, boyish body. “So?”
“I thought you could helpme.”
“No.”
Lavender resumed her doodling. Annoyed now, I went further into her cube, ready to rip the paper from the pad and march it toward theshredder.
Something made me stop. I took a close look at herdrawing.
No mere doodles, such as animals or mountains or people. These looked more like symbols. Weirdsymbols…
Now unease crawled down my spine. They looked like symbols that hallmarked magick, some kind of mysteriouspower.
“Do you like my drawings, Sienna?” For the first time I noticed how dark her eyes were, almost black. I’d never paid her much attentionbefore.
Maybe I should have, just as Karawarned.
A buzzing sounded at my desk. My cell phone vibrating. Without saying anything else, I hurried away, glad for the excuse to leave her. That chick seriously spooked me and I couldn’t put my finger onit.
Caller ID displayed Grayson’s numberagain.
I picked it up. “Youagain?”
“Sienna, get out of therenow.”
“Why? What’s goingon?”
“No time for questions. Leave. Don’t go back. Don’t stop to answer questions, just take your bag andgo.”
Worry sharpened his tone, but his voice was deep and commanding, the tones of an alpha wolf expectingobedience.
The practical part of me that sensed danger knew he didn’t issue orders for alark.
I fished in the drawer for my purse, slung it over one shoulder, still talking as I headed out of my cube. “Tell me what’shappening.”
