It hadn’t come as a surprise to either of them, which was a comfort even if it didn’t make the words any easier. But they had both known what was going to happen from the moment she’d called and asked to meet up. It had been coming for awhile now. It wasn’t that there was something wrong--if there had been, there might have been something to fix- ( Read more... )

After a bit more cake and a lot more fun, Karla left Warren's party a little on the earlier side. No offense meant to Warren or Bobby, of course, but Karla'd made her own plans for later in the evening ( Read more... )

It would be safe to assume that Karla had been looking forward to this all day. Even the fun of gossiping with her friends as they got ready for the prom wasn't enough to drown out the background anticipation of their first real and official date ( Read more... )

The first thing Karla did when she got home was crash for several hours. Months of worry, concern, and aggravation, culminating in Achille's execution, funeral, and then a conversation with Graff, left Karla feeling as if she hadn't slept properly in weeks. It was so nice to be home, sleeping in her own bed, familiar psychic scents around...it was ( Read more... )

Karla was pacing. She was trying to reconcile Raven's accusation--an accusation Karla believed--with what she knew of Professor Max. She even have an easier time believing that he had attacked Raven physically or emotionally than believing that he was a sarden vampire.Her talk with Jack had been illuminating, but still didn't really give her the ( Read more... )

It had been a fun night, with parties and drinking, but a little thing like an evening full of alcohol couldn't stop her from bounding out of bed ( Read more... )