Jacob~
I'd just sealed a deal I couldn't back out of—not that I had any intention of doing so.
Mariel, the Dreamweaver I invited an hour ago, had disappeared in a swirling burst of thundercloud-blue mist, her last words hanging in the air like forgotten lyrics. That smirk on her face said everything—she was pleased, satisfied with the terms I'd signed. And now, I was alone, letting my thoughts twist and crash like waves in a storm.
But I didn't have time to sit around and sulk. I had moves to make. Time was slipping, and Tiger would be bringing Easter home soon.
By 1 p.m., I'd already followed through on the next step—calling a man named Bernard Garrison. Real estate agent. Sharp. Efficient. I'd chosen his name from a long list, my magic guiding me straight to him like a compass that knew exactly what I needed. I wasn't looking for "average" or "okay." I needed right. I needed perfect. And fast.
