Her small face pulled into a worried frown. “Dr. Death has you on her radar.”I stepped out into the chill. The stinging cold made my eyes water. “I picked up on that.”“She’s zeroed in on Supernaturals before, and they always end up dead. ““I’ll be careful,” I promised.“Less talking, more moving!” Agent Davis called out.He led the way to a small building painted in camouflage colors next to the dining barracks. Inside, rows of folding metal chairs faced a wooden podium. I took a seat, and seconds later, Halo sat beside me, her nose red from the cold. She clutched a paper cup full of coffee in her hand, looking fierce and determined. Nixie slid into the chair on the other side of me.Her elbow bumped mine, and I scooted my chair over a few inches to give her some room. When I settled the chair back down, a Supernatural boy with spiked blue-tinted hair was watching me from across the aisle. He sat in the third row surrounded by other Supernaturals, yet he stood out.
