“Let’s get to work,” I muttered under my breath, walking quickly past Jenna and toward the back of the store, hoping Lucas would keep quiet for once.
But of course, that was too much to ask for.
I could feel his presence just behind me, his footsteps heavy and slow, like a predator stalking its prey. My heart rate picked up again, and I didn’t know if it was because of him or the strange energy buzzing beneath my skin.
"So, what do you actually do here?" Lucas asked, his voice smooth, but I could hear the curiosity in it. "Like, is it all just stocking shelves and checking out books? How does it work?"
I sighed, not even bothering to look at him. “It’s not just that, Lucas. There’s organizing, customer service, ordering new stock, setting up displays—there’s more to it than just shelvi
