Julie watched the ball of paper sail into the air, slow, and drop into her hand. She’d stopped counting tosses an hour ago, content that her shift was ending in thirty-four minutes.
With her feet propped on the desk, she blew out a breath, causing her bangs to dance.
She continued tossing the paper ball until it suddenly moved in midair and fell out of reach. Cursing, she noticed a man in a black robe in the doorway.
“Julie Tamarac, I’ve come for you.”
“And you are?”
Two red orbs shined under his hood where his eyes should’ve been.