meant Delilah had taken care of it.
I’ll have to thank her next time I talk to her.
Greyson couldn’t scry for her until he had more information or a personal item. The more she read, the more weight the elephant that had been sitting on her chest seemed to lose. Greyson had nothing on her.
Fabulous. Now to keep it that way.
The satisfied smile curling her lips froze as she hit his last entry of notes.
Hell and hexation. He’d been in touch with Lyleia Nyaid and was arranging to meet the nymph along with her demigod husband and the two wolf shifter alphas involved in the fight soon—this week. It looked as if he was waiting on Lyleia to call and arrange the logistics.
If she could get near his cell phone before that call came through, she could slow things down, at least.
A ripple of energy fluttered across her arms, like a warm spring breeze caressing her skin—her only warning Greyson had returned home. Damn, that was fast. What happened to that errand?
Thankful she’d set up a spell to advise her of his presence, Rowan quickly closed the files, replaced the wards on the computer, and shut it down.
Then she jumped up and grabbed the duster, removing her incantation on it with a whispered word. Just in time, the sparks of magic faded, before the click of the door had her turning, arm raised as though she’d been cleaning all along.
Greyson froze when he spotted her there, a scowl replacing his taken-aback expression. “What are you doing in here?”
He’d been checking the screen of his cell phone when he walked in. Now, as he waited for her answer, he slipped it into the pocket of his black trousers.
Rowan swished the duster. “Cleaning.”
When he showed no sign of either moving or talking again, she shifted on her feet. “I was trying to finish before you needed the office. I can come back later.”
She went to scoot past where he still stood in the doorway, slowing as she neared, pretending to lower her eyes in subordination, but fixated on the cell phone in his pocket. Focusing her energy once again, she directed all her intent to the device. She’d have to limit the words to her mind, reducing the efficacy of the spell, but it would have to do.
Awatum Suqammumu Balum, Halqu Ina. Translation…words silent without, lost within.
A paper on his desk rustled as the magic left her body. Thankfully, the evidence could be attributed to her walking by. She hoped the magic worked as intended, silencing the device when calls came in and losing the voicemail if any were left. The language she used was Sumerian, created before things like cell phones, ringtones, and voicemail existed, making the terminology she chose a challenge. Dealing with technology in the magic she’d been taught was always tricky.
Her spell cast in the few steps it took to approach Greyson, she continued on her path past him, only to jerk to a stop as he grabbed her wrist.
“Not yet,” he said.
Had he felt the ripple of energy, minute as it’d been, or caught the direction of her stare?
The strange spot on her wrist where he’d shocked her the day they met had stopped tingling by that night, but now it started heating again at his touch. Holding in a gasp as warmth spread from the spot throughout her body, she tipped her chin up, looking him directly in the eyes, dark eyes, currently laser-focused on her in a way she didn’t entirely trust. He didn’t let her go, his large hand wrapped loosely around her now-burning wrist. Did he not feel that?
“My office is off-limits. So is my room, while we’re at it.”
Relief that she’d not been caught whooshed through her even as his commanding tone put her back up. She just barely kept from rolling her eyes. This was not the army. This was a household, mister.
But she was the nanny, the employee. And she needed to get out of here. Schooling her features into what she hoped was her meekest expression, meek not exactly coming naturally to her, she nodded. “Of course.”
She went to leave again, only to have him tug her back.
“And you don’t clean. I have a maid who comes in every other week to do that.”
Irritation shot through her, though it didn’t assuage the heat now spreading from her arm, gathering low in her belly and rippling over her skin. “Any suggestions on what I do with my time?”
Greyson’s expressive brows drew