Chapter 8

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It was a Febuary night. Cold by California standards, still a bit warmer than Bianca was used to. But she and Willow had no intention of leaving the dorm tonight. Adam and Faith were both on the loose. They still didn't know what Adam's big master plan was, but based on the ways he was killing humans and demons, his end game probably wasn't one they wanted tp see, not that they'd be likely to live through it. Faith was much less rational, would slit any of their throats at a moment's notice. The fact that she no longer had the Mayor's protection, if anything, might make her even more dangerous, if such a thing was even possible.

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Bianca: Nervous?

Willow: Only in a terrified way.

Bianca: I don't supposse you have some sort of protection spell?

Willow: I wish. I'm not that powerful.

Bianca: You should be safe here. I mean, noone knows you're here. They don't even know I exist.

Willow: Bianca, I...

Bianca: It's fine. It's better, in some ways.

Willow: We have this whole group that revolves around the slaying but, I kind of like having something that's just, mine. Do you understand.

Bianca: Yeah, I understand. I am you know.

Willow: What?

Bianca: Yours.