Alma
After breakfast, I was in the living room with Burbus, running my fingers through his soft fur and trying to think about a way to make my powers kick in, to control my fire. I was trying not to think about Egan and last night. I wanted to be the kind of girl that took care of herself and had her own thing before swooning over guys.
Especially a guy I couldn’t be with.
Besides, I had more things to think about, like the very important meeting Daniel had on Monday, the one I have to assist him in. Some Scottish people, that I am quite sure are leprechauns, will come to the company for the first time, for a huge contract involving emeralds and other manufactured jewels.
“Alma,” Zane called me, making me snap back from my thoughts and theories.
“Hi, Zane.” I motio
