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I brushed against mine, lingered, then he teleported. I shook my head. Glamour or not, he took too many chances. One day someone would notice.
    I entered the class just as the second bel rang. Only then did I realize I hadn’t asked Bran where he’d been over the weekend.

    ***
    The morning dragged. I kept thinking about Valafar and what he wanted from me. I didn’t buy his claim that he was concerned about my safety. He wasn’t aware I existed until seven months ago. Nor did I know he was alive and a powerful nature-bender. Yet within a week of learning of my existence, Valafar lured my grandfather into a trap and kidnapped him to get to me. The battle that fol owed once we caught up with him and the way I almost lost Bran and Grampa stil gave me nightmares. At least we freed Bran, his sister Celeste, and his brother Gavyn from Coronis’
    influence. How Valafar escaped the destruction of the island was stil a mystery.
    Obviously, he forgot my grandfather’s warning to stay away from me. Not that I expected a demon of Valafar’s caliber to take an aging Cardinal Guardian seriously. My grandfather was two-hundred-and-seventy-something years old, middle age by Nephilim standards, but compared to Valafar, Grampa was old.
    Then there was the question of which one of my friends was a medium. I needed to find a way to ask them if they’ve had the symptoms Bran mentioned without appearing nosy and before they went crazy. I shuddered at the thought. Valafar must be stopped.
    “Earth to Lil Falcon...earth to Lil Falcon….” I cringed and peered at Mr. Sorenson. He was stil in front of the class, but it wouldn’t be long before he was in my face. The entire class turned to look at me.
    “Do you think you can pul your attention from your doodling and answer the question?”
    “What question?”
    The class snickered.
    Today was a real y bad day to mock me. I didn’t want to do this, but…. Shut up!
    Everyone stopped laughing.
    Face forward.
    They turned away from me and faced the board. Power of persuasion to the rescue again.
    Hopeful y, the amount of energy I used was too low to be detected by our security, the Civilian Psi team, or Leather Face. I was already in trouble for the rescue I pul ed outside the school.
    “The one we’ve been discussing at length for the last fifteen minutes,” Mr. Sorenson continued.
    “Would you like to answer it or would you prefer to share the masterpiece you’re working on with the class?”
    He started walking toward me and I cringed. I couldn’t deal with another humiliating moment at the hand of this teacher. The page in front of me had drawings of demons with bat-wings and horns, raven heads, and black eyes. At the top, the name Valafar was underlined several times. I crunched it on the sly and slipped it in my pocket.
    “Can you repeat the question?” I asked.
    “Why would a car traveling at a constant speed have different velocities?”
    I hadn’t the faintest idea. Trying not to panic, I located Christian, the class genius, and read his thoughts. “If it’s moving in a circle?”
    “And why is direction important when it comes to velocity and not speed?”
    I had no idea. Once again, I stole from Christian’s head. “Because velocity depends on direction while speed doesn’t? I mean, velocity is a vector quantity while speed is a scalar.” I held my breath then smiled in relief when he turned and headed back to the board. That was close. Seriously, the teacher needed to stop picking on me. One of these days, I’d zap him.
    My mind drifted to Valafar and the medium mystery. An idea about how I’d find answers started to form in my head. The problem was, once I found out which one of my friends was his channel, I had no clue what to do next. I couldn’t imagine opening up to humans about what I was, let alone my demonic father.
    Identifying the medium could prove harder than I’d thought.

    ***
    I put my folder away, grabbed my coat, and raced to the front of the