““So, what you're saying," Dad says, "is that when you've been telling your mother and me that you are studying at a friend's, you've actually been roaming the streets hunting monsters." "No, not always," I say. "Most of the time I was at Gretchen's loft, studying. Training." "Gretchen's loft?" Mom echoes. "That's where you were last night?" My cheeks burn. "No, I was in Greer's basement." "Gretchen's loft blew up," Greer offers.””
