[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams —> Outside the Police Station – Chicago, IL
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	As soon as Nic rides off, Caden and I are out of the car. He fixes the collar of his jacket as we walk before escorting me up the stairs and into the building. I roll my eyes but don’t tell him to stop. There were some habits that were hard to break, and chivalry was one of them for Caden. Sometimes, it was annoying, but other times it made me feel noticed. I didn’t completely mind it then.

	We walk inside and immediately step. I sniff, and Caden’s nostrils flare. [color=#006400]”Great. Our worst fears are confirmed.”[/color] Caden huffed and tugged on his jacket before marching forward, requesting to see Detective Costa. Caden had been working with the Chicago police department since he arrived 10 months ago. They knew him well here.

	I glanced around the room, trying to get a feel for the space and where the demon was. Caden had the skills to notice more than I could, but demons had a distinct smell that brought awareness to their presence. Of course, unless you knew to look for it, one would just assume someone had brought egg salad to work.