Bridgette let out a sigh of relief as Nick called Gabriel. Now he couldn't question her about the Banshee thing. That was close, she thought, picking at her shirt. She had only been half listening to Misha and Luna's conversation. She had been thinking of an excuse to leave if Gabriel asked about her "race". Maybe it was her moms fault that she felt being a banshee was so horrible, or maybe it was because it really was. But Bridgette didn't want to tell people and find out.
Looking over, Bridgette saw Nick sitting with a guy who she had heard say about three words. His name was Ryan, if she remembered correctly. For a moment, he looked like he'd punch Nick, but that lasted for only a few seconds before he went back into his emotionless self. One word came to her as she looked at him. Loner.