Page 145 of Grave Beginnings

“Or when you piss off Angel,” Wade added as we all walked toward the building. “Don’t feel bad. You’re not the only one in for a week of field training otherwise known as hazing.”

Hazing, eh? This was going to suck. “Yeah? Who else?” I sipped my coffee and let them hold doors as we headed inside, scanned in, and took the elevator down.

“Our friendly, neighborhood practitioner,” Angel said.

The door to the locker rooms opened and Ezra blazed by us as we exited the car, his irritation clouding around him in nearly visible waves.

“Uh…” I said, but he hit the button the second we were out of the elevator and the door closed.

Blue-hair appeared in the doorway of the locker room; half undressed. “He told me to change, then ran. How am I supposed to know what to wear?”

Angel sighed. Wade groaned.

“Pants are probably a good start,” I told him as I finished my donut.

“Says the guy who unlocked an otherworld prison whileshowing his vampire duckie undies to everyone,” Blue-hair said. “But yeah, I guess. I can start with pants.” He paused and offered me a hand, which I eyed suspiciously, since last time he’d gotten close, he’d kissed me. “Call me Remi. I think we’re going to be good friends.”

“Over my dead body,” Angel said.

Remi winked at him. “Challenge accepted.”