THE KID WAS LATE.
I’d expected as much. So after cruising through the school parking lot, I turned down a side road to park in an alley on the other side of campus. Then, after a moment of internal debate, I donned the strangest battle outfit I’d ever cobbled together. A wrap-around dress and flip-flops for fast shed-ability should the time come to shift...plus my sword because the longer-bladed weapon simply looked more impressive than Hunter’s throwing knives did. My goal was to be prepared for the worst, but to give the rogue a reason to back down without either of us getting a hair out of place.
Ginger would have had a fit at my fashion faux pas....which made me doubly glad that I’d chosen to leave the pack behind at Celia’s house. Still, the mental image of the redhead’s horrified e
