” “No,” I smiled, turning around, “I got it.” And I, Adrianna, formerly Thomas Adarian of the Highland Ranger Corps, sat on the Black Throne... I went still, waiting for something to happen. Nothing did. The other hybrids all exchanged looks, then collectively shrugged, and sat in their own chairs. Since the inside of the castle hadn’t even been started yet, the throne room was nothing but a vast, empty hallway. Scaffolding laced the sides of it, leading to window slits that weren’t yet carved. Cassandra stepped through into the light; “Glad to see you found your way here Mark” she smiled. Her feet were bare on the stone floor. She was dressed in a light blue cotton dress that rose from a frayed edge just below her knees; buttons ran up the front, the top two undone revealing her lightly tanned skin and a golden chain-link necklace holding a single emerald below the hollow of her throat. Her hair was a wavy brown, the fringe haphazard across her forehead above a pair of deep brown. " Argh! Lisa! Don't be stupid! Wait for me and I'll be right down! Going in by yourselves is about the most..."She interrupted me quickly. "Look, you need to go. We'll call if we find anything. Good luck, and be careful."The call disconnected before I could tell her no way. I started to call her back and then decided it was a waste of breath. She was stubborn. I would just have to trust she would be careful and that Ted would keep an eye on her.Conrad came back in with a folder. "Trouble?" he. Michelle, Leigh and I have been friends since Freshman orientation in the drama department. They were both performing arts majors, and although I’ve hung out with them for more than year, we were never anything more than “friends,” until tonight… When Michelle showed up at my apartment, just as I finished straightening my tie, I gotta say, I was floored. Michelle dressed as a “slutty” schoolgirl: She’s half-Asian, about 5 feet tall, with a surprisingly big rack and a perfect round ass. Seeing.