By the end of our training session, I’ve successfully managed to hone my moonbeam, flight, strength, speed, and even healing skills—though I wasn’t a fan of Dean’s self-maiming strategies for the last bit.
Unfortunately, it’s Sunday, which means there’s one other, daunting task left on today’s agenda: going to see Aidan.
“How about a nice phone call, instead?” grumbles Dean as we pile into his Jeep with Garrett, Maddox, and Brie in tow. “Remind me why this needs to happen in person?”
“It’s an opportunity,” Garrett reminds Dean as Dean starts up the car. “We can scan their grounds—see what they’re up to. Make sure there aren’t fresh vamp faces in their midst.”
“We’re asking him for a favor,” I remind Dean as he starts to drive. “He doesn’t have to tell us what he told the school.”
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