The three mages stood in the middle, with the two dwarves on either side of them. Cheron's lumbering form brought up the rear.They approached the firs... two sentries and saw the creatures chattering quietly to each other, confused as to why the creatures they saw were approaching. They didn't have long to consider, or even question the group. An arrow from the left and a crossbow bolt from the right cut the monsters down, the goblins dead before they even hit the ground.The companions quickly. She wore an inexpensive skirt suit that hugged her curves as much as muted them. Her expression, however, suggested she had been having as bad a day as I had, though I was sure she hadn’t been detained by the FBI. “My name is Linda Morgan and I would like to ask you a few questions if you don’t mind.”I frowned at her. “Are you a detective or something?”She shook her head. “No, I’m a defense attorney.”Confusion made my brow furrow more. “I don’t need an attorney, Ms. Morgan.”She blinked for a. Years and years. Searching in all the wrong places. When in the end it was all so simple. The solution was always right in front of him. In retrospect you always wonder why you didn't come up with that brilliant idea sooner. On the other hand, maybe he had needed all that time to develop his ideas. Mature his thoughts. Had it materialised too soon, perhaps it would have all have gone wrong. Who knows. He used that thought to comfort himself. To rationalize his time in the doldrums. But more. And he just looked at me like I was any other student. The bastard had been best friends with my older brother since kindergarten and he doesn’t even recognize me? To top it off, he’d picked on me. The initial pang of hurt was replaced by fury. After the seminar, I gather my books and storm out of the classroom. Brandon Chase could kiss my ass. I wasn’t Katrina or Kathy Grey anymore. I was Katherine. The new, cool, composed Katherine. I had escaped the ghosts of my past. Brandon Chase just.