The last thing Nora imagined to find on the rooftop of their office at nearly midnight was a cute guy.
She’d suspected all along that Luella was some kind of weirdo (although an annoyingly pretty one) with her strange habits and inexplicable contradictions, but she didn’t expect her to be scandalous. Yet there she was with some guy, secretly meeting on a foggy night like star-crossed lovers.
Nora pressed herself up against the nearest wall just as he said, “I came as soon as I could.” She was pretty sure they were hugging, and she felt another pang of envy. For all of Luella’s faults, everyone seemed to like her just fine.
“I called Eli, but they’ve cancelled all flights,” the stranger continued. “We’ll have to do it ourselves.”
His last words suddenly made Nora nervous. So this wasn’t a date?
Even Luella sounded anxious. “Jonas, you know I’ve never done anything like that before. What if it goes wrong?”
“This is already wrong,” Jonas replied, gesturing to the fog that had thickened around them.
Nora looked down, and realized with a shiver that the fog had already crept past her knees. She couldn’t see anything beyond it. This is not good.
Before her mind could start conjuring images of snakes eating her toes or her legs melting like plastic, she turned her attention back to eavesdropping on Luella and Jonas.
“I have a bad feeling about this,” Luella muttered, gritting her teeth.
“Just do it,” Jonas said, holding up his phone in front of her face.
Luella sucked in a breath, then held out her arms. Slowly, carefully, she drew the magic circle in the air, following the image on Jonas’ phone. Then she started with the incantation, and it almost sounded like she was singing, her voice clear despite whatever was in the air that night.
And then, without warning, she froze.
Nora jerked back with a start, realizing she’d been discovered. Her first instinct had been to run away and act like nothing happened, but then she caught herself. Why would she? It had been Luella who’d snuck inside way past office hours with no official business, meeting up with strangers and singing creepy songs on foggy rooftops. As her supervisor, it was Nora’s job to be here.
She straightened up, about to tell the other girl that she was going to report her, but the look on Luella’s face stopped her short. It was apologetic – and several shades too pale.
“I didn’t mean you, Nora.”
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.