No Magic? No Problem (Kira Steele Book 1) by Blair Daniels

Author:Blair Daniels [Daniels, Blair]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Midnight Dragon Press
Published: 2019-10-10T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The sun rose.

The streets lit with gold. Sunlight glinted off the windows, the swamp water in the distance.

Gavin was still asleep. I picked up my phone from the nightstand, grabbed my scarf, and then leaned down to his level.

"I’m going to miss you so much," I whispered in his ear. "And Abby, and Jim. But I have to quit. I can’t put you in danger again."

I walked out of the ward. Down the quiet hall, past several nurses, and into the elevator. With a deep breath, I pushed the button for floor 8. The elevator groaned upwards.

This is the last time I'll ever ride up to floor 8.

The atrium was bustling with activity. People muttered among themselves in anxious tones, the word necromancer on their lips. I saw Apu in the distance, talking to a short-haired woman with glasses. And a man with a goatee that looked vaguely familiar, running by with his laptop under one arm, and a huge rock in the other.

None of them noticed me approaching.

I passed room 73—“my” office. My heart plummeted, but I forced myself forward to Thomas's office.

Thankfully, it was empty.

I grabbed a piece of paper from the printer, a pen from the desk, and scribbled out a note.

I, KIRA STEELE, AM RESIGNING FROM THE NATIONAL INSTITUTE FOR MONSTER PREVENTION DUE TO UNFORESEEN CIRCUMSTANCES.

I smoothed the paper out and quickly appended to the bottom, in squished letters:

EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY.

I placed the paper on his desk and walked down the hallway. I entered the elevator—for the last time—and watched the doors slowly close on the fountain.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Little red lights flashed against the ceiling of the elevator. The alarm system. Thomas's voice came through the speakers, raspy and grim. "Attention: please report to the lounge on floor 8 to discuss the events of last night. Immediately."

My hand twitched.

But I let the elevator descend to floor 1. Then I stepped out into the laundromat. The cloying smell of the flowery detergent hit me, and I coughed.

People—normal, non-magical people—were doing their laundry. A woman pulled socks from a dryer; an old man dumped a pile of undershirts into the washer. They had no idea that a secret monster-hunting organization lay right above them.

And they had no idea that a necromancer was on the loose.

I strode past them, towards the door. "Did you hear?" I heard the old man say to the woman beside him. "The Great Swamp stop is closed. Terrible fire wrecked nearly half the station."

"That's a shame," the woman cooed. "A real shame."

I pushed the door open, let it snap shut behind me. The voices extinguished. Then I continued into the cold, back towards my apartment.

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