Out of Reach by Jocelyn Stover

Author:Jocelyn Stover
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, vampires, angels, paranormal, demons, shifters, nephilim, hot guys, jinn, legacy, genies

Chapter 22

Kade

With a small brown paper bag tucked under my arm, I push my way through the front entrance of Preston-Ward. I stealthily tread across the lobby and duck into the stairwell, hoping to avoid attention. By taking the stairs two at a time, I swiftly climb to the second floor and ensconce myself in my office.

I lock the door behind me and slant the blinds so they let in just enough light to see by while still blocking out unwanted eyes. I turn out the lights and take a seat behind my desk. Unfolding the take-out bag releases the glorious smell of beef and broccoli into the room. Sighing I relax into my seat and prepare to eat.

Halfway through an eggroll I pop open a bottle of iced tea and savor a large gulp before returning to my meal. When my appetite is sated I send Z a text: Working late, something smells funny. I’ll keep you posted. Dropping the phone on my desk I run a hand through the black waves of my hair, and then attempt to rub the knot out of my left shoulder. All of my tension is carried in my neck and shoulders, which have developed permanent tight spots over the years—a masseuse’s worst nightmare, to be sure. The phone begins to vibrate silently on the desk top and I look down, reading Z’s reply: Ready if you need me.

Good, I think to myself, I’ve no idea what I’m in for tonight or what I might find. Backup may come in handy.

I glance at the clock on my desktop computer, which reads 5:05p.m., “Closing time,” I whisper aloud. Shoving the empty Chinese food containers into the trash I tidy up and sit back in my chair to wait. The buildings usually clear of the daytime inhabitants by 6:30p.m., but I’ll need to hide out until after 10p.m. at the earliest. The last of the workaholics will be long gone by then and the custodians will be well into their cleansing rituals. The personal staff offices are cleaned by the dayshift so not a soul will be on my floor until morning, making it the ideal place to stow away.

Tapping my fingers on the desktop, already bored, I remind myself waiting is the best plan, given my list of alternatives. By choosing to wait in my office, I minimize the amount of magic needed to accomplish my goal. I also avoid having to erase anyone’s memory. Honestly, if I get caught I still may have to do that, but the chances of me running into anyone are a whole lot slimmer.

The next five hours are a blur of strategizing where to begin my investigation, trying to nap, and playing solitaire on my computer. Too many pieces of the puzzle are missing. At least one other person knows about the Sylph’s existence: the master. As to whom that could be, I haven’t the faintest clue at this point. Where the Sylph and his sphere could be hiding is another good question.

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