Twenty-Five
The atmosphere at headquarters was thick with tension as I led Molly into the foyer. It wasn’t nearly bustling like usual, even with it being mid-afternoon. I just had to hope there were Healers around. I would prefer J.T., even if it meant he’d be peppering me with questions about whatever magical injuries I sustained. My wish came true as my boyfriend descended the stairs from the second floor.
“Hey, you,” he said, pulling me into a tight embrace and a kiss before realizing I had an entourage.
“Her boyfriend,” Desmond stage whispered.
“Des, surprised to see you here during department work hours. Whatever’s going on must be serious,” J.T. said.
“Blame your girlfriend,” he retorted, his skepticism about what I was planning coming through as irritation.
“I’m glad you’re he
