“Boss, boss, wait up!”
She continued walking, heels clicking on the sidewalk.
Squeak ran to catch up. “C’mon. Don’t be like that. I only meant you should -”
She stopped and whirled on him. “I will not now or ever offer my blood to any sanguisuge. I’ll hear no more of this, do you understand, Squeak?”
“Loud and clear, ma’am.” He sounded tired. “But we have to offer them something.”
“Filthy creatures,” she muttered. “Leave it to me, Squeak.”
He nodded his brown head. “Yes, boss.” He turned and walked down the block to the office. He closed up tonight.
She watched the glazed glass office door shut behind him. Even a block away, the words still caught and reflected the dying sun: Red Sun Magician: Custom Spells, Incantations and Enchantments.
Red Sun was her baby. Her dream, ever since she had come home from school to the sight the family store on fire. Both her parents died in the fire. Now the sanguisuges threatened to burn her down if she didn’t give them blood or an equal amount of money.
They believed they could intimidate her, a university trained magician. They were wrong.
She turned, pulled her pink fleece cap a little lower and walked briskly home.