Today we’re going to be visiting Will’s point of view. Enjoy!
Will bit back his wince when he stood up from the stoop. He looked over at Cassandra to make sure that she didn’t notice it. The only thing he had to do today was the interview then he could go home and nurse his wound or collapse in bed, whichever came first. Will looked up at Cassandra’s voice.
“Follow me please.”
He nodded as he walked behind her into her shop. Will tugged at his t-shirt and torn jeans on the way to her office. He wasn’t dressed for an interview, but he didn’t have enough time to go through his clothes to find any clean outfits. He really didn’t have enough time to settle down since he left New York. He needed a place to get away and Detroit was the best option. Will could slip in with the other paranormal kind without anyone noticing since the werewolf community moved in along with the magical kind.
It would give him enough time to plan for his next move. Will bit the inside of his cheek at the throb of pain at his side. If he could survive a fight with his alpha, he could make it through an interview. He distracted himself from the pain by look at the flowers and charms against the wall. The charms and pendant around her neck confirmed that she was a witch, though he thought she was a psychic from the application that called for another tarot card reader.
Will couldn’t read tarot, but he could bake.
He placed the ragged folder on Cassandra’s desk and took a seat. He hoped she didn’t notice the grimace when he sat down in the chair in front of her desk. Cassandra took a seat behind her desk and flipped through his papers inside the folder. Will stopped moving around in his seat when she looked up at him.
“Hello my name is Cassandra Hawkins. It’s nice to meet you Will.”
“It’s nice to meet you too. Is there anything else you need or do I have everything?”
“No, I see all the documents I specified in the email. I’ll check through these to make sure I have everything though.
“Okay.” Will nodded when the pain in his side returned. He gripped the arm of his chair and looked around the room.
“Hey, you can calm down. I may be a witch, but I’m not going to hex you for the heck of it.” Cassandra smiled.
“Oh, right, sorry I’m a bit nervous.” Will gave a sheepish smile back as he bit the inside of his cheek. Just a few more minutes and I can be in pain in peace.
“It’s fine. Not everything out there about witches are true.” Cassandra said as she handed Will back his folder. She reached for an application for the shop and passed it to him. “Everything seems to checks out. If you can fill out another application form for me we can get set up a date for your training, but I need to ask some questions. I’ll begin by welcoming you to Rue Coffee and Readings. On the application you submitted online you selected baker and barista for the positions you were interested in. Has that changed?”
“Alright, can you still make it during the day?”
“Are you allergic to anything?”
“Okay. I want to let you know that my shop will take the new paranormal residents of the neighborhood and city.”
“That’s fine.” He ground out through grit teeth. The pain in his side grew the longer he sat in the chair.
Cassandra reached for another document, but stopped at the tone of his voice. “Are you alright? Do we need to reschedule?”
Shit. Will shook his head as he quickly wiped the sweat off his forehead. “I’m fine, just nervous that’s all.”
“Are you sure? I can get you a glass of water.”
“No, no I’m fine.” Will tried to wave it away as he gripped his side.
Cassandra shook her head and got out of her seat. “It’s no problem. You can always go home and we can reschedule the appointment for a later date.”
“No, no I can finish this.” Will gripped his side tighter as he breathed through his nose. That fight happened two weeks ago and his side still hadn’t healed. He didn’t regret it. The longer he stayed in that pack, the longer it would take to leave and he had to get out. He knew his makeshift care wouldn’t last long, but he didn’t expect it to crumble so soon.
Will had the things he needed at home, if only he could get through the interview.
However, he didn’t get further than the floor. The last thing he heard was Cassandra calling for a healer before he passed out.