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The blue-haired girl was frozen like a deer in the headlights with eyes just as wide. At first Devan darted right past her, fast enough to create a short breeze accompanied by the subtle, minty smell of the toothpaste in his hair. But as soon as he was past the girl he turned sharply around, hooking an arm around her chest and tucking a knife under her chin centimeters from her throat. With his height and her small frame, she made for an easily restrained hostage.

The spirit effortlessly pinning Devan's only remaining male opponent gazed out into the hall after him with a distant look, as if absently pondering where the wild-haired youth was going. She cast a faint Mona Lisa smile before vanishing and releasing the boy who had been in her hold.

Devan's dark eyes flickered between Kat and the boy - Matt, as Tia had called him. So Emmett was the one he had killed... He glanced briefly at the body but didn't dare move his gaze from his adversaries for too long. He took a few slow steps back toward the stairs, pulling his blue-haired hostage with him between his arm over her chest and the knife at her throat, all the while maintaining eye contact with either of the other two intruders.

The truth was, Devan was not so certain of his game plan now that he had a girl under his knife. Taking hostages was simply not his thing. There was nothing he wanted from these people. Was he supposed to push her away and make a run for the third floor to set up another ambush? No way - there was no way he could pass up this opportunity. Already the muscles in his fingers twitched restlessly, aching to drag the blade through his hostage's throat. His lids fluttered at the vision of blood pouring out of her neck, his heart skipping a beat at the thought as a normal teen's might upon a special someone crossing their mind. No, he would have to kill her before moving on, whether that was to go for a third victim or race upstairs to prepare for a second ambush.