Am I hallucinating?
Did touching that creepy goth card somehow trigger a dark binding spell that conjured a six-foot-eight giant out of thin air?
Panicking, I rip off my glasses, huffing a nervous breath onto the lenses. I aggressively wipe them against the faded hem of my floral-print sweater dress before slipping them back onto the bridge of my nose, praying that when my vision clears, the space in front of my desk will be empty.
Nope. Still there.
Trey hasn't moved an inch. In fact, he’s watching my little panic episode with an infuriatingly amused expression.
Quickly composing my features, I slap on my best 'unbothered librarian’ face, and shove the coven's black invitation deep into my backpack.
"How may I help you, Mr. Parker?" I ask, channeling the most professional disdain kn
