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fingertips tingle, and my stomach does a quick flip back in on itself.
“Oh yeah, there you are,” he answers softly before handing us two visitor badges and pointing us in the direction of the elevator.
As soon as we are around the corner, and out of sight, I grab Piper’s arm and nearly squeal in delight. “Oh my God, it worked. That was amazing!” She’s smiling.
Leaning forward, I press the elevator UP button, and almost immediately the doors open. As they glide in front of us I catch my reflection at the back of the empty car. I’m drawn to the image, one step and then another, until I’m staring at myself, the mirror only inches away from my face. My eyes are glowing a golden color.
“My eyes!” I cry. Piper lunges forward and presses the button for top floor before turning to me.
“You’re okay … it happens when you use your abilities,” she explains.
“Does it go back?”
“Eventually, but don’t worry, only other Fae can see it.”
“Great, that’s so comforting,” I groan. I scream when I see my fingernails and the red veining climbing up them. “And this?” I bark, now terrified.
“Same thing, a side effect, but it will fade in a few minutes,” she assures me. I grip the wall of the elevator, my head spinning wildly. “Come on, pull it together, we’re almost—”
A ding of the elevator cuts her off, and, as the doors open, a gentleman steps on, then a few floors later he steps out, and we’re alone again.
Pull it together, I think about her words. I always have it together; I never come unraveled. What the hell is the matter with me? Part of me had to know this world existed. There is no way Joe was that good of a liar. Is all of this really that much of a shock? All those books he had laying around while I was growing up … Desmond’s magic tricks … nobody is that good.
“Are you ready?” she asks as the floor numbers light up. We’re one away.
“I’ve got this,” I say, more to convince myself than her.
With one last ding of the bell, I watch as the elevator doors slide open again. My heart is racing, but my breathing stays even and steady. I exit, my heels clicking against the rich walnut-colored wooden floors.
We approach a large half-moon-shaped reception area. A slender blonde woman is sitting behind the desk, wearing a slim-fitting blazer, and her hair is pulled back into a tight and neat ponytail. Her high cheekbones are so perfect they are almost distracting. I wonder if she is some sort of Fae creature.
“Welcome to Trunkwater Financial, can I help you?” she asks, glancing me up and down. I’m wearing my signature look of all black and leather. A look that tells people not to mess with me and that I know what to do with what is underneath these layers of clothing.
I lean across the table, but the woman is too far away for me to reach. I narrow my gaze and instruct her, “Take me to see Walter Trunkwater.”
She doesn’t seem impressed. “Do you have an appointment?”
I look over at Piper, who shrugs. Glancing back at the woman, I decide to try again.
I shake my head. “You must have not heard me. I need to see Walter Trunkwater.”
“I heard you, and I asked if you had an appointment. If not, I’m going to have to ask you to leave, and you can call to schedule a time to see Mr. Trunkwater.”
Piper moves forward, and softly suggests, “If you could just tell Mr. Trunkwater that a Ms. Crown is here to see him, I think he may want to squeeze us in.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t—”
“Patricia, it’s all right,” a man’s voice calls from the left.
“Sir, I was just informing these ladies they would need an appointment,” the blonde woman stammers nervously.
“It’s fine, I’ll see them,” he replies.
“Yes, sir, Mr. Trunkwater.”
I look in his direction, my mouth falling open. “Walter Trunkwater?”
“The one and only.” He grins and opens the large frosted glass door, beckoning for us to join him. I don’t
“Oh yeah, there you are,” he answers softly before handing us two visitor badges and pointing us in the direction of the elevator.
As soon as we are around the corner, and out of sight, I grab Piper’s arm and nearly squeal in delight. “Oh my God, it worked. That was amazing!” She’s smiling.
Leaning forward, I press the elevator UP button, and almost immediately the doors open. As they glide in front of us I catch my reflection at the back of the empty car. I’m drawn to the image, one step and then another, until I’m staring at myself, the mirror only inches away from my face. My eyes are glowing a golden color.
“My eyes!” I cry. Piper lunges forward and presses the button for top floor before turning to me.
“You’re okay … it happens when you use your abilities,” she explains.
“Does it go back?”
“Eventually, but don’t worry, only other Fae can see it.”
“Great, that’s so comforting,” I groan. I scream when I see my fingernails and the red veining climbing up them. “And this?” I bark, now terrified.
“Same thing, a side effect, but it will fade in a few minutes,” she assures me. I grip the wall of the elevator, my head spinning wildly. “Come on, pull it together, we’re almost—”
A ding of the elevator cuts her off, and, as the doors open, a gentleman steps on, then a few floors later he steps out, and we’re alone again.
Pull it together, I think about her words. I always have it together; I never come unraveled. What the hell is the matter with me? Part of me had to know this world existed. There is no way Joe was that good of a liar. Is all of this really that much of a shock? All those books he had laying around while I was growing up … Desmond’s magic tricks … nobody is that good.
“Are you ready?” she asks as the floor numbers light up. We’re one away.
“I’ve got this,” I say, more to convince myself than her.
With one last ding of the bell, I watch as the elevator doors slide open again. My heart is racing, but my breathing stays even and steady. I exit, my heels clicking against the rich walnut-colored wooden floors.
We approach a large half-moon-shaped reception area. A slender blonde woman is sitting behind the desk, wearing a slim-fitting blazer, and her hair is pulled back into a tight and neat ponytail. Her high cheekbones are so perfect they are almost distracting. I wonder if she is some sort of Fae creature.
“Welcome to Trunkwater Financial, can I help you?” she asks, glancing me up and down. I’m wearing my signature look of all black and leather. A look that tells people not to mess with me and that I know what to do with what is underneath these layers of clothing.
I lean across the table, but the woman is too far away for me to reach. I narrow my gaze and instruct her, “Take me to see Walter Trunkwater.”
She doesn’t seem impressed. “Do you have an appointment?”
I look over at Piper, who shrugs. Glancing back at the woman, I decide to try again.
I shake my head. “You must have not heard me. I need to see Walter Trunkwater.”
“I heard you, and I asked if you had an appointment. If not, I’m going to have to ask you to leave, and you can call to schedule a time to see Mr. Trunkwater.”
Piper moves forward, and softly suggests, “If you could just tell Mr. Trunkwater that a Ms. Crown is here to see him, I think he may want to squeeze us in.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t—”
“Patricia, it’s all right,” a man’s voice calls from the left.
“Sir, I was just informing these ladies they would need an appointment,” the blonde woman stammers nervously.
“It’s fine, I’ll see them,” he replies.
“Yes, sir, Mr. Trunkwater.”
I look in his direction, my mouth falling open. “Walter Trunkwater?”
“The one and only.” He grins and opens the large frosted glass door, beckoning for us to join him. I don’t
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