She was relieved that the events at Rage were a singular occurrence during her brief stay in New York. The flight out of JFK was late to depart but thankfully boring once in the air, with a half-empty plane making it simple for Flanna to sleep most of the journey. By the time she landed at Gatwick the next morning, she was groggy but feeling more like her normal self, shedding the demonhunter skin she’d been wearing for the easier smile she kept reserved for her family.
Her father greeted her with open arms, blustering on about the shop before he could even take her bags, continuing his chatter all the way out to where he’d parked the delivery van. Flanna made the necessary responses, but let him go on without interruption, every minute spent in his company relaxing her even further. It f
