Locked!
I flopped back into that god-awful chair. I felt so tiny leaning back in it. I blew out a huff of frustration. My eyes squinted, determination seethe as my mind roiled with ideas. I was breaking into the desk if I had to take a hatchet and chop it into a million pieces. My eyes washed over the top of the desk hoping to find a sharp object. I’d thought about a hair pen. I scratched that idea. If my magick couldn’t break it, a thin wire wouldn’t work for sure.
I started to swipe everything off the desk in one sweep until my eyes caught the cup holder. A letter opener with a folded note clung to the sharp point, standing erect in the cup.
A seedy smile crossed my face as I jolted up in my seat. I leaned over and snatched the note. My hands were trembling. On the fold, my name was h
