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through the mythology stacks without experiencing any tingles.
    Undaunted, she wandered to the section of books on ancient civilizations. The past, she told herself. The Daughters of Glass had sprung from the ancients. Well, who hadn’t?
    She worked diligently for a time, reordering books that had been misplaced. She knew better, really she did, than to actually open the volume on ancient Britain, but it was suddenly in her hand, and there was this section on stone circles that swept her onto windy moors at moonrise.
    Druids and chanting, balefires and the hum that was the breath of gods.
    â€œOh, gee, Dana. I didn’t know you were off today.”
    With her teeth going to auto-grind, Dana shifted her gaze from the book in her hand to Sandi’s overly cheerful face. “I’m not off. I’m working the stacks.”
    â€œReally?” The big blue eyes widened. Long golden lashes fluttered. “It looked like you were reading. I thought maybe you were on your own time, doing more research. You’ve been doing a lot of research lately, haven’t you? Finally starting on your doctorate?”
    With a bad-tempered little shove, Dana put the book back in place. Wouldn’t it be fun? she thought, to get the big silver scissors out of the drawer in her desk and whack off that detestable bouncing ponytail?
    She’d just bet that would wipe that bright, toothy grin off Sandi’s face.
    â€œYou got the promotion, the pay raise, so what’s your problem, Sandi?”
    â€œProblem? I don’t have a problem. We all know the policy about reading on the clock. So I’m sure it just looked like you were reading instead of manning the desk.”
    â€œThe desk is covered.” And when enough was enough, Dana thought, you finished it. “You spend a lot of yourtime worrying about what I’m doing, slinking around in the stacks behind me, eavesdropping when I’m speaking with a patron.”
    Sandi’s perky smile turned into a perky sneer. “I certainly do not eavesdrop.”
    â€œBullshit,” Dana said in a quiet, pleasant tone that had Sandi’s dollbaby eyes going bright with shock. “You’ve been stepping on my heels for weeks. You got the promotion, I got the cut. But you’re not my supervisor, you’re not my boss. So you can kiss my ass.”
    Though it wasn’t quite as rewarding as hacking off the ponytail might have been, it felt fabulous to just walk away, leaving Sandi sputtering.
    She settled back at the desk and assisted two patrons with such good cheer and good fellowship that both left beaming. When she answered the phone, she all but sang out, “Pleasant Valley Library. Reference Desk. May I help you? Hey, Mr. Foy. You’re up, huh. Ah, uh-huh. Good one.” She chuckled as she scribbled down today’s trivia question. “It’ll take me a minute. I’ll call you back.”
    She danced off to find the right book, flipped through it briefly in the stacks, then carried it back to the desk to make the return call.
    â€œGot it.” She trailed down the page with her finger. “The Arctic tern migrates the farthest annually. Up to twenty thousand miles—wow—between the Arctic and Antarctic. Makes you wonder what’s in its birdy brain, doesn’t it?”
    She shifted the phone as she caught sight of Sandi marching, like a damn drum majorette, toward the desk. “Nope, sorry, Mr. Foy, no complete set of American Tourister luggage for you today. The Arctic tern nips out the long-tailed jaeger by a couple thousand miles annually. Better luck next time. Talk to you tomorrow.”
    She hung up, folded her hands, then lifted her eyebrows at Sandi. “Something I can do for you?”
    â€œJoan wants to see you upstairs.” Thrusting her chinin the air, Sandi looked down her tiny, perfect nose. “Immediately.”
    â€œSure.” Dana tucked her hair behind her ear as she