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Willa watched Sam go with an unreadable expression, but underneath this impassive mask was turmoil. What was wrong with this girl? Willa strained her ears for the music of the Dhampire's song--but the blood that Sam had drank from her was still at work dampening her Song. She couldn't hear it, couldn't hear the change. Couldn't predict what this creature may do next. And she didn't like it.

Willa felt herself clutching her knife again in her sleeve. The listener stood, posture tense and ready--her body language mirrored before in the alley when the Were and Dhampire had first spotted her. She looked ready to run. She felt it too, but her face didn't show the panic that had started to creep up into her chest, suffocating her.

"Sam?" Willa said softly, but the girl was already out the door. And with her Song still hard to hear, Willa didn't like her odds of trying to track her. She didn't trust her. Would she go to the vampires anyway? Would she really risk her pride over the safety of the rest of the world? Willa wasn't sure. But they had little time to spare on the tantrums of one Dhampire. After all, she said she would be back. Willa would have to trust that...which wasn't easy. Willa looked between Nick and Orozoco (What a strange name! Even for a Were...) her eyes hard. "Unfortunately, time is of the essence in this case...and I...I can't track her as she is right now. We'll have to go without her if we're going to make this work." Willa paused, playing with some of the potions in her pocket as if to reassure herself that they were there. She looked to Nick, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "When can you take us to the Coronation?"