“Thank you, but I don’t have that much time. Are you going out to search for a job today?” I asked him instead.

He nodded. “Yeah, there’s a position at the Delvaux library. It pays suprisingly well and it would be easy to get from work to class on the same day. Very convenient.”

“That sounds great,” I told him.

“I’m just afraid there will be a lot of students applying. Probably a slim chance I’ll get it,” he said with a shrug.

“You’ll get it,” I said the words too easily. I hadn’t even taken a moment to consider the power behind them. I knew what I was doing, and I did it anyway. What was wrong with me? I used to never manipulate fate. I let things happen as they were meant to be.

He grinned. “You seem so sure of it. Maybe that good vibe will help me in the interview,” he said.

Oh, it would help him alright. He would be taking more than a good vibe in there. He’d be wrapped in sorcery he didn’t ask for, but he would get the job. He’d be happy. That was good but my controlling it was bad.

I felt the unsettling stare from Mary and I didn’t meet her gaze again. If the enchantment that she’d sensed from my appearance had bothered her then what I’d just done would have her clinging to Heath for the next week.

“I need to go. Tell Margo I’ll call her later,” I said.

“I will. Let me know how your interview goes,” he replied. “Wait, where is the interview? You didn’t tell me.”

“A friend of Duely’s is a designer. She needs a personal assistant. That’s all I know right now. I’ll let you know more once I do.”

Heath frowned. “Duely has friends like that?”

I laughed. Duely was a wild creature in the eyes of my friends. They had no idea the kind of friends Duely had. His charm had been used to its full advantage. “Surprising I know. But he’s a charmer, even if he’s got a colorful personality.”

Heath didn’t look convinced but he wasn’t charmed by Duely. “Okay,” he said and he started to say more when I saw the black Charger pull into the parking spot to my right. Time to go.

“I’ll text you later,” I said then headed to my car without looking back in Rathe or Heath’s direction.

When I reached the door to the car, I unlocked it with a glance on instinct. Grabbing the handle to the driver’s door, I opened it then, unable to stop myself, I looked toward the Charger.