Page 19 of Christa's Obsession

Christa’s thoughts were halted when her demon paused, and a dose of alarm followed.What is it? Is it Wanda? Has something happened to her?

Merihem has been in an accident. He is fine, but needs Scott to go and assist with the injured cab driver, George.

Her worries got pushed aside. “Scott, Merihem needs you to go to him now. He’s at the scene of a traffic accident.”

When Scott didn’t so much as lift his gaze, Christa frowned. “Are you listening to me?” she questioned, one shapely brow arched to perfection while she swept her black flowing locks over one shoulder.

“Of course.” Scott gave her a sheepish look, one she had never seen before.

“Are you going to go? It seems rather urgent,” Christa said with a little more force, hoping to pull Scott from whatever was distracting him.

He stared at Christa, looking like he was searching for answers. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips when his Adam’s apple bobbed repeatedly, and it appeared she’d caught him out. “Merihem reached out. He’s been in an accident—"

“What!” Up off the seat, his concern for Merihem was evident in his agitation, something he wasn’t prone to revealing—ever.

“He’s fine, as is Peni. They need you to go to them because of the cab driver, George. He needs to go to the hospital,” Christa explained as she wrote on a piece of paper. She pushed the paper with all the details on towards Scott, doing her best not to allow her thoughts to stray back to Wanda.

Christa continued on and then sat watching Scott, who stood, iPad in hand. “Aren’t you going? He’s unconscious and has no one to advocate for him.” She pointed at his tablet. “What are you doing?”

“He may possibly have healed before I get there. But I’m looking at the hospitals in the area, assessing likely courses of action for the paramedics.”

“Possibly, but our guys are worried about the bear, so just check on them and him. I’ll sort through what’s needed here, so don’t worry.” She clearly got his reluctance. No one was as organized as the demon in front of her. She didn’t think anyone could possibly compete with Scott.

He nodded, spun around on his Italian loafers, and left the room. Christa returned her focus to the pile of work, once more using it as a distraction. Dakata giving her the job had helped her. However, his suggestion of, ‘go talk to the trees, they will guide you and your demon side with Wanda’,was confusing.

Cryptic. When Christa considered the feelings of dread his words caused… unless he was referring to… no, that couldn’t be what he meant. Had he had sex with Silas’s tree?

Shaking off the idea as absurd, she delved into the pile of work.

Christa was unsure how much time had passed when the door to the office burst open and Scott walked in without his perfunctory knock. Christa glanced up, a frown tugging at her sculpted brows at his slightly disheveled appearance. “When did you ever enter an office without knocking? And why aren’t you at the hospital?”

He jabbed a finger at her. “I went to the hospital, and the bear is gone. I need to find him!”

Christa lounged back in her seat, sensing the panic rolling off Scott, but unsure what had caused it. “I feel I’m missing something here?”

“Does Dakata have the cab driver's contact information?” he asked, ignoring her stare.

“I have no idea.” Her perfect bow lips pulled into a thoughtful pout. “You’ll have to ask him yourself.”

She tapped her painted nails on the arm of the chair, seeing this as a perfect excuse to do what she’d denied herself all day. She wanted to believe Wanda’s actions the night before, in her dreams, were real. “In fact, why don’t we both take a trip to the forest to talk to Dakata,in person?”

“What? Why do you need to come?” Scott questioned, looking confused.

She rose and smoothed down her dress over her curves as she came towards him. “I’m your boss—”

“No, Merihem is my boss, after Dakata. You are an employee, the same as me.”

Scott had made this point before, but Christa liked to quibble over such things. Her laughter was bold as she slipped an arm through Scott’s and turned him towards the door he’d come through. “You are too easy, you know that? That snooty tone gets me every time.”

“I do not have a snooty tone,” he argued, but went with her.

“You do, and you love to use it when you’re annoyed. Like now.” She guided him out of the building and into the back of a car without complaint, making Christa very suspicious of the reasons why.

Christa gave the driver the directions.

“I need my laptop!” Scott declared, hand going to the door handle.

Christa reached for his hand, removing it from the handle as the car pulled from the curb, not allowing him a chance to argue. “Do you sleep with the damn thing?”

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