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A week and a half went by, and as they rolled into Chicago, Em really wanted to believe that the shadow beast was gone. There had been no attacks since that night on the stage, and neither Andre nor Vi had managed to catch sight or magical signature of the monster.
That should have made Em happy. She didn't exactly want to be attacked by a magical creature. But if they determined it was truly gone, then maybe Andre would go away too.
She didn't want that at all.
Over the past week and a half, she and Andre had grown closer and closer. They couldn't keep their hands off one another, and there had been more than one occasion where someone almost walked in on them in a compromising position while they were making out in her dressing room.
It wasn't her fault that his lap was so comfor
