Avila was reminded, suddenly, that she was used to Seattle weird – trolls under bridges, secretive coffee experts that met in obscure cafes at the fourteenth hour, clouds that cast long and deep shadows even after you close your eyes. The energy carried by her new teammates, their headlong-dash-into-danger tendencies, their neon outlines, was unfamiliar. Miami–and she hadn’t even properly arrived there yet–was Something Else.
She had a feeling she was already way in over her head.
Avila and Farrell go to a party on the Other Side.
girls’ night in the party dimension, or, I guess you could call us mr. multiversewide
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