Page 7 of King of Wands

King got a cocky glint in his eyes. “That’s not how I got the nickname, Isabel.”

My name rolling off his tongue made my heart skip a beat and the hair on my arm rose up. “Yes, I know. It came about after a race when you intentionally wrecked the car of a driver who blocked you.”

“He didn’t just block me.”

“I know,” I assured him. “But your quick and ruthless response is the epitome of the tarot card in reverse. It’s very fitting really. And even though the nickname has been a bit of a play on your name and temperament, I think it’s the perfect foundation for your brand. The King of Wands card is drawn with a lion. We’ll make the lion the center of your visual brand. The card represents fire energy so we’ll make your color a shade of red or orange. We’ll get a logo worked up and put in on your helmet. All your colors from now on should match the logo. Your social media posts should highlight your incredible focus on racing and your...for lack of a better word...ruthlessness in pursuing it.”

“It’s perfect!” Richard exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.

It wasn’t as drool-worthy as turning him in the god of thunder, but it made a shit-ton of sense. I finally snuck a peek at King and found he was still staring at me but now he was lost in thought. I didn’t think he was listening to the back and forth of the team as they discussed who would handle the different aspects of the plan until he suddenly barked out, “No. I want Isabel to head it up.” He didn’t look away. Instead his gaze locked with mine.

And it was a scorcher. There were so many thoughts and feelings crossing his face I couldn’t keep up. All I knew was that King didn’t seem to be able to move.

“She’s an intern!” That was Halifax.Again.

“And she’s the only one in this room who has a plan,” King replied.

I jumped. He really was a bit scary when he was upset.

“Richard’s in charge,” Jeremy said as he stood, slamming his laptop shut, “with Isa running point on the new plan. Halifax, my office. Now.”

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