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yours and find out what you’re not telling me.”
    “And you forget that I’m a badass witch who won’t let you in.”
    Noah laughs again and I might as well be on cloud nine. “Touché, my friend. Touché.” I consider asking if he wants to stop somewhere and have a drink. Throw some darts. Laugh together. But that goes against the whole moving at his pace thing that I’m trying to do. Plus, what if all he wants is a friendship and here I am trying to push a date on him … well … I’m just not gonna do that. His pace is his pace, even if it is dreadfully slow.
    We finish the walk home just talking and laughing and we are, in fact, still laughing when we close the door behind us. Luke looks up from where he’s sitting on the couch, his dragon perched on his shoulder, shooting flames at pieces of paper Luke’s been tearing off of something and throwing into the air.
    “You guys sound very buddy buddy,” he says.
    I don’t have a decent response, and I guess Noah doesn’t either. We both just kind of shrug our shoulders and look away. Luke’s been more and more combative with each passing day. I don’t know if he doesn’t like being cooped up, or if he doesn’t like following orders, or having to live what looks like a normal life. It could be anything, but it’s getting to where I really don’t care about the why of it. He’s just a pain in the ass to deal with.
    I give Noah’s hand a little squeeze. “Thanks for walking me home.”
    He smiles and squeezes me back. “Of course.”
    And then he heads down the hall towards his bedroom and I head off towards mine, leaving Luke staring after us while his dragon hops from his shoulder to his lap, flares his wings and roars.
     
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    So this is what it’s come to. We’ve gone too long without Daya contacting us with another target. I decided last night that I couldn’t wait around anymore. Surely, my talents are being wasted making coffee for the hordes of people who slurp it down like it’s water. I should be out, looking for clues … I mean … surely I could locate a target just as easily as Daya can.
    Thing is, Nancy insinuated that Lucy knew about Daya’s plan. And if that’s true, Lucy probably knows what I am and what the guys are and what we are together. Snooping around the vampires seems like a good way to get myself killed. We’ve not yet had a werewolf target. (And that’s probably because I can’t use my fancy ‘make them come alive and lose all their supernatural powers’ trick on a werewolf, but it could also be because the wolves aren’t as involved as the vampires.) And Albert and his little group of furry friends are in on this whole thing, too, right? If I know Lucy, and I really don’t, but it seems to me that she’s gonna want to keep some pieces of information just for herself. You know, leverage. So I’m gonna take the chance that Albert doesn’t know the truth about me.
    And I’m gonna corner him.
    And I’m gonna find out what he knows about Lucy and I’m gonna figure out how to skip to the part where we kill her.
    Turns out werewolves are a lot like actual wolves and like to hang out in packs. In most places, the alpha wolf usually runs a bar and they all hang out there. Albert went a different way. He’s opened a gym, apparently in an effort to put the frenetic energy present in all weres to good use. To channel it into physical strength rather than a destructive force. His wolves either work there or basically live there, throwing weights around and grunting at each other or whatever it is muscle heads do at a gym.
    When I show up to my shift at Sir Perks-a-Lot, Krystal lifts a carefully sculpted eyebrow at my gym bag. “Planning an overnight?” she asks, clearly aware that I’m not.
    “Nope. Going to the gym.” I have no intention of actually working out. Just thought that if I showed up to the gym without a change of clothes, it might look suspicious.
    She just shakes her head and drops the