Chapter 8
I was the first one to log in to the conference call in the morning. I fidgeted in the chair, tapping the edge of the desk with what I thought was a pen but turned out to be my wand. I quickly put that away, then decided the safest thing to do was to go ahead and find a pen to tap with.
I hadn't even had any coffee yet.
I heard the tone and looked up to see Sophie settling into her own chair. Her expression was the usual coolly implacable look she always had, but something was off. Not her hair; her hair was as always totally on point.
Then I saw it.
"What happened?" I asked.
Her eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
"You do realize you're covered in mud," I said. "Your shoulders are covered in mud. How did your shoulders get covered in mud?"
Sophie glanced down and made a fa
