Page 85 of Touched By Moonlight

Grayson’s house was much nicer than a plain log cabin. His property offered more space to roam uninhibited,too.

Fresh air, being in the garden and the forest, had awakened my Fae senses. Sitting before a computer screen inside a building stifled me, hurt my head. The political games played made me ill, and I longed for the lack of guile experienced with Grayson and hispack.

The alpha was arrogant, but honest, and honesty hard to come by in the cutthroat corporateworld.

My phone buzzed again. Fourth time this morning! I let it go to voice mail and then plugged in headphones and turned on some tunes. Listening to music was frowned upon as well, but management looked the other way if the work was produced on time. To work faster, I listened to hip hop. Not my preference for enjoyment, but I had sheets of numbers toinput.

The fast, driving beat of Post Malone’sWowpounded into my ears as I typed. I flew through the numbers, typed at a recordspeed.

A faint voice in the background. Kara. I pulled out the headphones. “What?”

“Girlfriend, slow down before you make the rest of us look bad,” Kara joked from the nextcubicle.

Ignoring her, I continued to work. Randall was on my case, and I needed to remain off the radar. Attention meant riskingexposure.

Kara appeared around the corner of my cube and she rapped on the desk. “I mean it, Sienna, slowdown.”

She helped herself to some yellow M&M’s from my glassjar.

“What’s it to you? I have to get this done,” I shotback.

Munching on the candy, Kara frowned and then swallowed. “You work too hard. Sometimes you get so absorbed in your work you forget your surroundings. Never dothat.”

Odd. “That sounds like awarning.”

“It’s good advice.” Kara frowned again, and for a split second, I thought her pupils slitted. Like a lizard’s. “I have a meeting with Randall and Lavendar. Slowdown.”

Rubbing my eyes, I took a deep breath. Eyestrain.

I kept working. But restlessness overtook me after eating lunch at my desk. I longed for the outdoors and fresh air. After work, I’d visit a park and indulge myself in a longwalk.

In the meantime, thesereports…

If you do magick, even just a little, they’ll getdone.

Hard to ignore the insistent whisper in my mind. I stood up, pretending to stretchagain.

Kara and Lavender were in a meeting. The other cubes were empty as well. I wasalone.

Common sense screamed at me to stop, but today I had no willpower. Just alittle…

Stretching out my hands, I directed a small beam of energy at the computer screen. Numbers instantly appeared and sorted and organizedthemselves.

Five pages done in less than five minutes. No amount of quick typing could work as fast as mymagick.

Keepgoing.

No!

Angry with myself, I reined in the magick. Power flowed back into me, struggled to be free again. Taking a deep breath, I centered myself and focused on the human world and technology. After a few minutes, the terrible itch to release my power faded and I resumed typingagain.

It did not die like previous times when I could almost pretend I was normal, evenhuman.

It remained in the background like a faintheadache.

I’d released the power and now it craved freedom, like a wolf breaking away from a cage. Power like mine can be dangerous, like liquor to an alcoholic. There is no such thing as one little bit. Once it’s released, you only want to domore.

This was not good. Not good at all. How long before I released my strongerpowers?

And destroyed moreinnocents?