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Tessa: Can I borrow a car for the day?
Evan: Take mine. Just be back by five for Karma.
Tessa: No problem. Thanks.
On my stroll to the garage, I’m happy that I haven’t run into anyone, but once I’m inside, my luck runs out. Heather, one of the karma agents, is picking up her keys off the rack. I haven’t talked with her much, or at all really. It’s strange that I haven’t seen much of the other agents other than my teammates.
Heather turns and narrows her dark brown eyes. “Tessa,” she says with a mysterious tone, flipping back her long, bleached-blonde locks. “I was wondering when we would finally get a chance to talk alone.”
I swallow my apprehension. This talk could be about anything or nothing at all. “Oh yeah? I’m sure you know where my room is.”
She grins wryly. “I do, but your males always seem to hover about, waiting for an opening.”
I burst out laughing. “My males?”
“It isn’t that funny.” Heather crosses her arms. “I know you’ve slept with at least one of them already.”
I refuse to bite. It isn’t the first time it’s been insinuated that I’m a slut just because I am friends with males. “Is that what you want to talk to me about?”
“No.” Heather steps forward, closing in on my personal space.
My senses are on high alert. What does she want from me? Did she overhear my conversations about Karma? About my powers? Has she followed us out to the sacred circle in the lot next door? What?
I put on my apathetic expression and prompt again, “Then what did you want to talk about?”
“Something’s going on, and I think you’re behind it.” Heather eyes me for a reaction.
“What’s going on?” I look confused, but again, not overly interested.
“With Karma,” she grumbles. “Why is she coming here? My instincts say it’s about you.”
“I’ve been doing my job,” I say wearily.
Heather pauses, thinking over what I said. Likely, she’s weighing it for the truth. “Maybe, but something’s going on. I’ve heard things.”
My attention is piqued again. “Oh? Like what?”
She glances over her shoulder to check if anyone is around. “That there’s going to be a major shift in our barracks. Someone’s going to be retired… Maybe more than one,” she whispers. “Evan is the one with the most seniority, so…”
“It’s probably going to be him,” I surmise for her. “But rumors are just rumors.”
“She rarely comes out to have a special dinner if it isn’t for something like this,” Heather says, as if that will convince me.
She needn't bother. I’m already convinced that one or all of our team is going to be retired, aka killed, aka have our souls consumed by a greedy start-up god.
“Well, I’m new, so I don’t know much about all this. I barely know how to do a job on my own.” I shrug and grab Evan’s keys from the hook. “Let me know if you hear anything else inconclusive,” I say flippantly as I turn over the Corvette’s engine and open the garage door with a press of a button.
Heather frowns at me as I race out and down the long driveway. Once I’m at the gate, I suck in a breath and punch in the code.
The gate doesn’t open, so I punch it in again, thinking that in my frazzled state I’ve messed up.
But no. It isn’t working.
I text the group message thread.
Tessa: My code isn’t working at the gate. Did it change?
Evan: No.
