It was… one of the best interactions of my life.
Something to remember when I was old and gray.
As they made their goodbyes—and thanked me a million times—I picked up my bag and headed for reception again. I needed to check out since I was leaving the building.
The receptionist smiled at me, checked me out, and sent me on my way.
It’d been really nice working in the Tower this week. It wasn’t a place I’d ever thought I’d work, but I’d enjoyed my time there.
I put my bag in the trunk and walked around to the driver’s door. Just as I was opening it, I felt a shock of magic shoot right through my chest.
I grabbed it, trying to grasp my heart before it burst, as I fell into the side of my car, my breath knocked out of me.
Chapter Three
Dain
Igrabbed at my chest, leaning forward as I tried to catch my breath.
“Oh my Mother!” Jed yelled. “What’s happening? Dad! Dad, help!”
Anton rushed into the breakroom, all vamped out and looking like he was about to take down a horde of bad guys. “What’s wrong?” His speech was a little hissy and growly from his obvious attack mode.
Jed said, “I don’t know. He touched an invisible thing in the box, and now, he’s like, freaking out. I feel a shit-ton of magic surrounding him.”
“I feel it too.”
I ignored both of them, concentrating on the magic that was spreading from my heart out into my veins. It didn’t hurt, it’d just been a shock to the system.
It felt… almost like the magic itself was hugging every single cell in my body.
It was… pleasant.
Nice. Comforting.
But where the fuck did it come from? And why was it attacking me with hugs?
Something heavy in my hand pulsed, making me nearly jump out of my skin. I glanced down at it, expecting to see nothing, and I gasped again.
It wasn’t invisible anymore.
It wasn’t a dildo.
That was my first thought.
And thank goodness for that.
I stared at the strange clearish… thing. It was fatter at its base and sort of jagged, thinning out to a sharp point. The ridges were uneven, a few of them looking like scars or something, like this thing had been scratched up over the years. And it was definitely years old. Like… many years old.
I knew that with a surety I didn’t understand.
But how was that possible when the thing was made of ice?
It was… it was an icicle… wasn’t it?
For a moment, I thought it was some kind of stone, but then I turned it over and saw rings on the bottom, almost like a tree trunk, but… made of ice.
Huh.
