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hand and Zellie’s prone body rose into the air and started to drift, floating feet first through the kitchen door.
    As the Duchess stumped back out, she grabbed a cookie off the island.
    “You know you aren’t supposed to be eating those,” Dacer called over his shoulder without even turning to look.
    The Duchess put her hand behind her back. “Eating what?” she asked innocently. Then she turned around and winked at us.

Chapter Three
    Security tightened across the paranormal spectrum. More police needed. Three more attacks. Rumors that paranormals are attacking each other, solution sought from the Quest Government.
     
    After all that, I still didn’t sleep well. Keegan came into my room and slept in one of the chairs, slumped over with his head tilted sideways and his chin resting on his shoulder. He snored, but it didn’t matter, because I was going to be wide awake regardless. I wanted to know what Dacer and the Duchess were doing, but I didn’t dare ask. They clearly still thought I was just a kid, and despite the fact that they needed an elemental now more than ever, more specifically one who wasn’t pregnant, that apparently didn’t mean I was going to be brought into the loop.
    When the thin, pale light of morning filtered into the room, I hurried out of bed and quickly threw on jeans and a sweatshirt. Keegan slept like the dead, so I didn’t have to worry about waking him up. And even if I had, it wouldn’t have mattered much, because he was going to have to get up soon anyhow. Tomorrow we were due to leave Duckleworth for Paranormal Public University to start our freshman year, and we had a lot to do to get ready. Charlotte had already promised to see me there since she couldn’t be here at Dacer’s with me. As a professor she had a lot of work she needed to do to get ready for the start of the school year, and I had told her I didn’t want to interrupt what she was doing. She had laughed.
    “It’s mostly boring paperwork. I live for the Contacts from Sip to keep me in the loop about the interesting things in the world,” she had said, smiling fondly. Charlotte was doing that a lot lately, smiling fondly about stuff she had once really cared about. I wasn’t sure entirely what it meant, but one thing I knew was that she had no intention of battling demons or doing anything that would put her child at risk.
    “Does Lisabelle also write to you?” I asked. When Charlotte threw her head back and laughed, I realized what a silly question it was. Yeah, I guess she probably didn’t.
    “Lisabelle would be more likely to Contact me than to write,” said Charlotte. “She doesn’t trust letters.”
    “Who would dare steal a letter of the darkness premier’s?” I asked.
    “That’s what Sip tries to tell her,” said Charlotte, still looking amused. “As usual, Lisabelle doesn’t listen.”
     
    An odd city of sorts had grown up next to the woods that circled Public. It was barebones, but the many workers who were on hand helping Martha rebuild the campus needed a place to stay, and what had started as a sort of makeshift worksite was now a makeshift town. Charlotte’s contemporary, the hybrid Dobrov Valedication, had been named Public’s new president, and earlier in the summer I had heard that he was concerned about the presence of so many paranormals who weren’t permanently connected with the college.
    Part of what made Paranormal Public safe, after all, was the fact that it was hard to get to, and strong protection was one of its big drawing cards. Now there was a camp surrounding it filled with workers who were far less well-protected than the students inside the grounds. That laxness was a draw for killers and other dangerous characters, and further, it was easy to hide in the makeshift town if your ultimate goal was Public. Now a Hunter could come into town, moonlight as a worker, and cause all kinds of problems.
    Despite Dobrov’s fears, there wasn’t much he could do. The work