Luke led me straight to the garage, where his car was already running."Aren't you going to tell Jase we're leaving?" I asked, finding it strange that ...uke wouldn't think of that."Eddie will tell him."I looked around as Luke practically shoved me into the passenger seat, taking note that Eddie's vehicle was nowhere to be seen."Weren't you with Eddie? I don't see..." He'll be back in a few minutes. He had to run back out to get something. I promised we'd clear out before he got back--actually, I. Many of the students and teachers were in shock. Matron went about her duties in a wooden manner. Wherever Linda went, a path opened up in front of her. Students and teachers alike regarded her in different mixtures of admiration and fear. While a small part of her felt almost supernaturally powerful as a result, she knew that this reaction would have to be broken. Her plans required interacting with the students as a peer, not as some Olympian deity.She barely noticed lunch. The rest of her. "So, what are we doing today Mrs. D.?" Peter asked."Well, I wanted to paint something that captured the frustration of the last week or so."Meagan grumbled, "I don't like where this is going." Hear me out first!" Debbie snapped. "I was thinking of having you two pose like you were having an argument. You don't actually have to get angry; you just have to pose like you're angry." So Mrs. D., how do we do this?" Peter's voice was neutral, as if he weren't convinced any more than Meagan was, but. A beautiful, bronzed face whipped into the single sliver of light, cast from between the blinds. Dark, long black hair cascaded down a red trench coat. Glowing yellow eyes looked at me. “Hello, Bree,” the beautiful vixen spoke. “Come sit at my knee.” Just as a scared person would do, I gave her what she wanted. I let the thought cross my mind of whether to scream, run or go for my phone. Just as I expected, she read my thoughts. “You don’t want to do that. Come.” “Who are you? And why are you.