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“You got me, Professor. Queen Bitch strikes again!” Aslynne scoffed, but the large heavy silence she put before her next words alluded to seriousness. “I met Tyler. He’s one of us, isn’t he?” Aslynne knew that Lee would be able to make out a Midnighter’s face as clear as day. Midnight Focus clung to Midnighters like static to a balloon. Just like she could taste the difference. All Daylighters tasted the same to her. Like unflavored wafers or cheap bread. But, each Midnighter stood out and Tyler had tasted of Jack Daniel’s and bad pickup lines.  

“Midnighter or not, he’ll do. But, don’t think I’m going to be the one who gives him the intro into this life. You’re the Seer, you do the introductions. I now have to go to the hardware store and pick up some nails to hammer into all the window sills. Having two Midnighters on property is like a shiny red beacon to the Old Dusty Ones. I might be able to slink by okay on my own, but who knows what power this guy has. What if he’s another Flame Bringer?” Old Dusty Ones being the really really REALLY old Darklings that lurked in the darkest part of the Reservation. They almost never showed themselves, but Aslynne could taste them out there. 

More warding, and a lot less time to do it. Gods, this was all such a pain in the ass. “Anyway, Lee. Few more errands to run. I’ll swing by on the way home... Oh! And don’t forget to name that Katana. Give it something badass like ‘Hepaticocholangiocholecystentersotomies’; that’s the scientific name for a Gall Bladder surgery. If you didn’t know. Bye for now!” 

[i]Click...[/i] she hung up.