He was wearing the usual business-casual uniform of the day — navy blazer, white button-down shirt, no tie. Chinos, loafers. He looked good, actuall.... Preppy, but good.Adam was on full alert and he turned several heads as the Euforia customers caught their first glimpse of him. I had not only gotten used to the Cane Corso, I had grown fond of him. And, I know it was mostly psychological, felt safer with him at my side.The bar was full, two and three deep for the tail end of Happy Hour. Amelia. Sullivan's jaw would drop all the way to the floor when he sees me.School was letting out when I arrived at Washington High School. Excited teenagers, thrilled to be done with school for the summer, streamed by. I walked through the halls wearing a light, violet jacket to hide the inappropriateness of my outfit. It wouldn't do to get stopped by some prudish teacher who'd mistaken me for an actual student. Thanks to a helpful boy, I found my way to Mr. Sullivan's classroom.The halls were emptied. "Fez. Marrakech. Meknes. Casablanca. Rabat. All over." Hoo! You and your mates, like?" No, just me." Just you? You're by yourself, like?"Marla nodded. She could see Paul was slightly uncomfortable with that information. He knelt down next to her."So, what are these places like? You must be a brave lass to go to all those places."Marla smiled and gave an account of the places she'd visited, the sights she'd toured, the carpet shops she'd been to. She told him how difficult it was sometimes to. The werewolves are twenty minutes away and I suspect are going to mix it with the Nephilim screening forces,” Jemima announced.“What about their shield?” Arch asked.“We’re working on it. Should come as a hell of a surprise to them as we’re pulling in all the Seers to hit it,” Jemima replied.“Hope it works,” I mused.“You and me both, John,” Jemima replied with a wry smile. “We’re just tying in to a major power source and sorting out the gestalt. We’ll hit them when Morgana does.”There were a.