His Temporary Assistant

Card Of The Day: Embrace: Two of Swords (reversed) | Release: The Moon

Getting ready 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 fire and PMS? 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.

I had a feeling I’d need all the help I could get walking into that office this morning.

Hair and makeup was going to have to wait. My thick ebony waves were going to be too hot later, but that was what messy buns were for.

I stopped at my kitchen table and found a note leaning against my favorite crocheted bag.

I figured you would need a little help with the morning.

Xoxo, Lu

Inside my huge black bag were my glasses, emergency bag, deck of tarot cards, and snacks. As well as my favorite sloth tea diffuser and three baggies of tea. There were two more pouches on the bottom of the bag, but I didn’t have time to look closer.