“If she’s the demon sent to nab you, then she’s had millennium to learn fascinating stuff. And most demons are extremely seductive in one form or another,” Chris said.

“So what do you want me to do? Abort?”

“No, let’s see if we can get eyes on her and track her back to her lair. I don’t want to start a war on a college campus. If we can isolate her in one home and evacuate the neighborhood, maybe we can attempt to minimize the damage.”

“Yeah, especially as the Waterman building also houses the president’s office and other administration,” Declan said in a wry tone.

Fifteen minutes later, two black SUVs cruised up Colchester Avenue, the first turning onto South Williams Street, the second continuing on to turn at the corner of South Prospect.

Meanwhile, the first car pulled into a restricted, faculty-only parking lot, curving around to park in a slot that looked toward the Waterman Building. Inside the car, Stacia reached for the front passenger seat door but stopped when Chris, who was driving, touched her other arm.

“Hold on. He’s right there, fully visible,” he said, pointing to a tall, familiar form walking up College Street with an even bigger form walking along side him. Just then the second SUV just turned onto College Street from the opposite direction.

“He’s got Justin right there with him, Omega has enough drones above and around him to level the city, and we’re less than two hundred yards away. We can cover that distance in a second. Nika, Holly, and Devaney just about ran him over pulling into that lot across from Waterman, so they’re even closer. Let’s just observe for a moment before we de-ass from the vehicle. He may be already under her observation and we don’t want to force her to panic.”

“Correction—what we don’t want is for her to grab my witch,” Stacia said, frowning but relaxing her hand on the door handle. Chris noticed that she didn’t remove it entirely, though. He was pretty sure she’d just tear it out of her way if anything threatened her mate.

Across the open lot of parked cars, Declan continued strolling along College Street, which ran alongside the Waterman Administration building, apparently without any worries in the world.

“You don’t need to be with me, Justin,” he said, his tone a bit tighter than one would expect from his relaxed body language.

The big kid next to him just grunted. Or maybe it was a full-on chuff. Like a bear might make.

They were now approaching the side of Waterman, which in addition to various administration offices also provided an assortment of classrooms and lecture halls, as well as the biggest computer lab on the campus.