Levine raised an eyebrow thoughtfully taking them both in.<br/><br/>If anything she felt more of a stranger than before theyâ€™d given her the pleasure of their namesâ€”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Still a bad move â€¦<br/></span><br/>--- there was simply no way in all nine hells she could stitch the social gap between her and them, if anything she was willing to bet they both had been privileged to a paid education. The two of themâ€¦ just had that air of knowing to them. She imagined picking their brains would upturn half of heaven and over, they had planted seeds of sheer, undecipherable knowledge that had since being on the front-line grown into fields of save-your-skin-goodness plants.<br/><br/>He stomach lurched in a way it hadnâ€™t done since high school.<br/><br/>She playing with the big boys now, there really was no going back.<br/><br/>Levin had near no education, little experience asides the wonders theyâ€™d conjured in her grandmothers basement and never even been in contact with the monsters from their particular circles of---<br/><br/>â€œAmber,â€ a warning piped from her earpiece.<br/><br/>The young woman blinked, confused.<br/><br/>â€œYou ainâ€™t done no replying, Sweety,â€ Margot pointed out casually, â€œDonâ€™t be letting them think theyâ€™ve scared you into submission already, youâ€™re the newest member remember? Think â€˜<span style="font-style: italic">Purrrison Yards</span>â€™â€ There was a small whistling sound followed by a pleasant slurpâ€”whilst she was out here risking her backside, the little demon was at home drinking hot tea and playing spider solitaire! Prison yards indeed! Fuck off Margot!<br/><br/>â€œI got a little rest, thank you,â€ She nodded in reply to Marcus and kicked herself into gear, trailing along sides them, thumbs nestled in her back pockets, eyes scanning the dirt beneath her boots thoughtfully, â€œIâ€™ve gotta say, you boys are brave though,â€ she added cheerily, a small smile darting across her lips, â€œbecause Iâ€™m terrified of demons,â€ she looked up at them both, a dark eyebrow cocked, sparing them both the â€˜rightfully soâ€™ finish.<br/><br/>Asher and Marcus. Strange names for a strange coupleâ€”<span style="font-style: italic">now there was an image!</span><br/><br/>She skipped ahead if only to keep them from hearing Margot cracking up and chocking on his drink. There were some things she wanted to remain secret until her say so, that little dickey-bird right there, that was one of them!