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water. I wanted
him to get up and shout, to wave his eyes and fight. Here he was with a chance
to battle the head of all the evil forces that were fighting to destroy
paranormals, and instead he sat calmly opposite her, for all the world as if he
was talking to an old friend.
    I couldn’t hear what Malle said
after that, even though I was twisting myself so far around the tree that I was
almost falling over. My arms strained and my feet slid a little on the hard
ground; it wasn’t a position I could hold for long. Quickly I looked around,
making sure there were no Demons of Knight floating toward me, and even though
I didn’t see anything, just then something sharp hit my shoulder and skidded
away. I glanced at it, but I couldn’t see what the projectile had been.
    Suddenly there was Lisabelle
standing with Lough, and next to her was Sip. Both my friends had faces like
thunder clouds ready to burst. I could see the little werewolf’s arm arch back,
as if she was all ready to throw more stones in my direction.
    The second Lisabelle caught my
eye she motioned for me to come. I vehemently shook my head, but it was no use;
she was insistent. I would rather have fought Lisabelle than Malle, but it was
a close call, so I pursed my lips and made my way carefully back to my friends.
Lough was still there, but he was crouched even further into the tree. Sip and
Lisabelle, both safely out of view of the waterfront patio, made way for me to
get behind the tree with the three of them. Sip had her hands on her hips, a
move she normally reserved for dealing with Lisabelle, and she looked as mad as
a cat who actually had to work for breakfast.
    “I’m a dreamer, not a fighter,”
Lough said plaintively at me. “We can’t let ourselves be seen.”
    “What do you think you’re doing?”
Sip demanded. “Are you trying to get us killed?”
    “I had to know what they were
saying,” I argued in as loud a whisper as I dared. “And I didn’t ask you to
come. Stay sleeping.”
    “Speak for yourself,” said
Lisabelle, her dark eyes unreadable.
    “What?” Sip asked, looking at
Lisabelle for the first time since she had drawn my attention.
    “I don’t know about you, but I’m
not going to get killed.”
    “Too stubborn to die,” said Sip.
“Wonderful.”
    “Where did you get such a hard
throw, by the way?” I asked, rubbing my shoulder. “I think you drew blood.”
    “She didn’t,” said Lisabelle,
shaking her head. “I’d know.”
    I didn’t want to ask how she’d
know.
    “Can we get out of here?” Lough
asked. “I have a bad feeling about this.”
    “Why?” Lisabelle asked. She
cracked her knuckles together. “I haven’t fought a demon all summer.”
    “What are we supposed to do?” Sip
said. “Give you a prize for restraint?”
    “If you’re offering,” said
Lisabelle. “I like prizes. Not sure I’ll have room with all my other ones,
though. I guess we can take some of your stuff out of our room.”
    “We’re moving,” said Lough,
ignoring the incessant banter of our friends. He quickly stood up and grabbed
me by the arm.
    “Why are you manhandling me?” I
demanded. “They’re the ones bickering and taking the risk of drawing attention
to us,” I added, pointing at Sip and Lisabelle.
    “Because you’re the one who
started the trouble. Lisabelle scares me, but she can draw attention to herself
if she wants, because even demons know better than to mess with her. You aren’t
so lucky. All the demons want to do is kill you.”
    “I sincerely hope not,” said Lisabelle
wistfully. “I’d be so bored.”
    Despite her casual words,
Lisabelle was very careful. The four of us knew how to hide from demons; we’d
been doing it ever since we were Starters at Public.
    “Why did you come out here
without us?” Sip demanded.
    We were all walking away from the
patio by know, and Sip was behind me. Lough led the way and Lisabelle brought
up the rear. I didn’t bother to turn around, because I knew