Lauren had been figuring out a game plan to hunt down another powered one when she got the text from one of the girls on her floor—a party, tonight, at some frat house on campus.
Initially, she’d wanted to make up an excuse; today was just one of those days where she didn’t want to socialize with anyone, but then she realized that she could bring anyone she wanted—and the first person that came to her mind was Rachelle.
She texted her almost immediately after, and couldn’t help the smile that appeared on her face when Rachelle accepted her offer just as fast.
Part of her wanted to go because it was Rachelle, and this was another opportunity for Lauren to possibly gain information, and the other part wanted to go because it was Rachelle.
Lauren wasn’t about to lie to herself—the feelings for Rachelle Lucas were definitely there, there was no question, but how Lauren handled it was a different question in itself. There was no rule in the Unspoken Hunter Rulebook about falling for an asset; there was just a rule against actually doing something about it. Rachelle hadn’t shown any signs of being powered or anything, and Lauren was partially hoping that she was just a human, that Anna was wrong; but then again, Anna was almost never wrong.
((Lauren was just banking on the almost part.))
It could be easy—all Lauren would have to do would be to go to her superiors, tell them Rachelle was perfectly normal, and let them let her be on her way.
But what if, later down the line, Rachelle ended up doing something that revealed her potential abilities? She would be dead in an instant at the hands of the hunters, and so would Lauren.
She let all of this go to the back of her mind as she got dressed in a simple black skirt with a beige top, donning her heels and curling her hair.
Once she got to Rachelle’s dorm, she knocked, and Rachelle opened it; Lauren couldn’t really stop the whoosh of air escaping from her mouth as she looked at her.
Lauren gave Rachelle a half-smile, waving at her. “Hi,” she said, giving Rachelle a once-over with her eyes. “You look incredible. And you’ve got nothing to be worried about,” she said, holding her hand out for Rachelle to take. “I’ll fight off any gross frat boys who try to bug us, and you can make sure none of them spike our drinks. Deal?”