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care of her, wanted to comfort her, wanted to be the one making sure that she was safe and healthy . “Are you going after her?”
       Chris sighed as he r an his hand through his hair. “Yeah.”
   “Give me a call if you need me, for anything.”
       “I will.”
   Chris slipped into the crowd, nearly barreling people over in his rush to get out. Devon watched him go, feeling helpless and vulnerable. Marcy approached from across the cafeteria. Before she could reach him, Devon slipped away , losing himself amongst the crush of bodies. He’d had enough of school today.
     
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       Cassie slammed her fists into the punching bag, pummeling it with repeated violence. Chris grunted with the force of the blows, but he held tight to the bag. She tried to release all of her anger and frustration on the bag, tried to purge the fury that ate at her, but try as she might she couldn ’ t shake it.
       In fact, the more she hit the bag, the madder she got. A shout of frustration escaped her as she spun, delivering a swift roundhouse to the center of the bag. The force of the blow shoved the bag back a good four feet. Chris gru nted, losing his hold on it as he was knocked into the garage wall. Cassie gulped in large quantities of air, shaking and heaving, rattled by the fury seeping through her.
       Chris rubbed his ribs as he stepped away from the wall. “Sorry,” Cassie muttered, turning away from him. She tugged at h er bandana, pulling it free to let her hair spill down. Pacing like a caged tiger to the door , she star ed into the kitchen. Luther was o n the phone, his glasses in hand as he paced restlessly back and forth , listening to the other person .
       Cassie narrowed her eyes, straining to hear what t he other person on the line was saying. She was unable to make out the other person’s voice or words through the cell phone, but Luther seemed disturbed by what they were saying. H er eyes narrow ed as Luther mentioned Hunters from the past . The conversation confused her, what did Hunters that were dead and gone matter? Luther glanced up, noting her in the doorway. He s topped pacing, his eyes widened slightly. “I have to go,” he said abruptly and hung up.
       Cassie frowned as he came toward her, easily moving around the chairs in the dining room. “All done training?” he inquired.
       Cas sie glanced behind her; Chris was still rubbing his ribs , Melissa and Dani were eying her wearily. It was obvious they wan ted nothing more to do with training with her . “Apparently,” she muttered. “Who was on the phone?”
       Luther glan ced behind her, his eyes darted over the three of them before landing on Chris. “You ok?”
       Cassie’s eyes narrowed at the avoidance of her question. She studied her Guardian, taking note of the agitation that still clung to him. She was about to push him further when Chris responded. “Yes, I’m fine.”
      “When can we go back in the field?” Cassie demanded impatiently , deciding to drop the phone conversation in favor of the one she really wanted the answer to.
       Luther’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I don’t think you’re ready for that Cass.”
   “I’m in the best condition of my life,” she retorted sharply.
       “I don’t think you’re mentally ready for it,” he amended.
       Cassie gave him a sharp look before spinning on her heel and storming toward the center of the garage. “I am perfectly capable of fighting!” she snapped.
       “I don’t think you are.”
   Cassie glared at him; grabbing her black hoodie she slipped it on and tugged the zipper up. P u ll ing the hood up, she folded her arms over her chest as she began to tap her foot impatiently. “I’ll be fine out there. I want to go out tomorrow night .”
       “Cassie…”
       “ I’m going out tomorrow night!” she s narled fiercely. “You can follow me or not, it’s up to you, but I’m not sitting on my ass anymore! I’m