Part 6

"We don't even know where to start looking is the problem." Hannah sighed, leaning back in Thierry's office chair. Her eyes closed as she felt Thierry's strong hands massaging her shoulders.

"Are we sure Christine heard correctly? She's not exactly all there, you know."

Hannah's eyes opened and she reached for a pencil on the desk, moving her fingers around it. "Certain. She was so nervous about whether or not she should tell. I really think she's on to something."

Thierry nodded. "Well I've asked Anton and Martha to come in and tell us exactly what's going on."

Hannah couldn't understand why, if they'd heard the creature was on the loose that neither had come forward and told the Daybreak leaders sooner. "I'm worried about her."

"Christine?"

"No. The creature - does she actually have a name? I get weird calling the poor thing 'it' or 'creature'."

"Grace," Thierry said softly, looking at a painting on the wall opposite him. "Her name is Grace."

Hannah had to fight to keep from snickering. The creature both the Night World were afraid of, to the point of keeping it in chains in a locked basement in an unknown and hard to find out location, was called *Grace*? It was just so - unlikely. "So what is she, anyway? I hate having to pretend I know when I really don't have a clue."

Thierry still had his back to her. Hannah put down the pen she was messing with. She didn't like the feeling she was getting from him.

"I'm not telling you. In fact, while this thing is on the loose - "

"*Grace*," Hannah snapped. "Use her *name*."

"Fine, sorry. As I was saying, you're going to go to England with Martha for a while, well out the way where nothing can hurt you."

Hannah's eyes rolled. When Thierry started making decisions like this, she knew better than to start complaining. "Fine," she said, and walked out the office as calmly as she could.

Witch Martha Forrest as coming down the hall, probably on her way to find Thierry. Hannah grabbed her arm. "Hey, hang on a minute, there's been a change in plans."

"Oh, right. Thierry told you - "

"We're not going to England. We're going to rescue Grace ourselves." Hannah wasn't going to sit around idly while poor Grace whatever she was was hunted down.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Martha protested weakly as Hannah dragged her off down the corridor. "We don't know where to find her."

Hannah hadn't really thought this thought. She sighed with irritation. "I want to do something to help this girl. I don't care what she is. She doesn't deserve to be treated this way." Thierry was protective of her, due to the whole cycle with Maya killing her every time he'd found her, she could understand that. But there was such a thing as being *too* protective.

"Okay, okay, I think you've got a point," Martha said, pushing her strawberry blonde hair behind her ears. "I do actually have a lead on where to start looking. I was going to tell Thierry and Anton, but..." She shrugged.

Hannah smiled. "Great. Where is she?" She wasn't concerned about *how* Martha knew at the moment. Any lead was better than no lead. "Where?"

"In a town called Sunnydale. You're going to love this - rumour has it the place is on a Hellmouth."

Hannah blinked. "What's a Hellmouth?"

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