She couldn’t have hated her more. The Head of the London Institute. Her mother. Grace had blown her fuse for the last time.<br/><br/><br/>Sitting on the first plane she could get out of Britain, Grace put her book down. She’d never been much of a reader anyway. The turbulence was making her queasy and the seatbelt was cutting into her skin. A plane was the one place she couldn’t use a Voyance rune, but it was the one place she really wanted to be invisible. She was invisible everywhere else. At home; with her so-called friends; and with that stupid boy she wished she’d never met.<br/><br/><br/>As the turbulence subsided, Grace relaxed into the chair. Emily would say she’d gone too far this time. Grace didn’t think so. Nowhere was far enough. She was sick of being unloved and unheard. Maybe this would get her point across. If it did, it was the right thing to do. And if it didn’t? Well,<i>nothing</i>would ever be enough then.<br/><br/><br/>Grace picked up her phone. There was one message saved in her voicemail. A message she’d heard a million times before. Since she had no intention of going back to Britain, Grace felt secure enough to delete it. The last of Emily. The one where she ran off with the hero and left Grace to pick up her bleeding heart bare-handed.<br/><br/><br/>Stepping off the plane onto American soil felt good. So good she left her phone in the airport. She applied the hated Voyance rune in an airport bathroom and headed, invisible, into Los Angeles.<br/><br/><br/>The freedom of skirting through the crowds, device-less, with no way of being contacted by those who had broken her heart.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 9px">“Ah!” </span><br/><br/><br/>Grace stopped. She followed the sound until she came across another Nephilim. She looked exhausted. A seraph blade gleamed in her hand.<br/><br/><br/><b>“Are you alright?” </b>Grace asked.<b>“What was it? Are you hurt?”</b>She pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail.<b>“Are there more? I could do with a fight.” </b>