DALLAS REID + ALLEGRA HANLON
All the secrets of the world worth knowing are hiding in plain sight.
September 11th | Vinyl Resting Place | PG-13
Allegra was tired. Her morning certainly took an unexpected turn, complete with impromptu pitch-black road trips and punchy fun times with shadow demons. Not once in her entire life had she ever wished to be oblivious to the supernatural. How could she? It was all she'd ever known, but today? Well, a good dose of the mundane wouldn't have been the most horrible thing in the world.
She loved a good fight as much as the next dude, but as she wrapped her arm, already annoyed with the scratches that were taking longer to heal because of how deep they were, Al found herself grumbling over having to go back out soon. At least this time, she'd be tracking? Oh, she was sure there would be plenty of demons for her to fight again, but she would be in her element, and that was immensely better than being ambushed.
There was just one more thing she needed to do before leaving again, the most important thing, the thing it pained her not to do before she left with Francis...Al needed to board up her shop. So, as soon as her arm was covered as best as she could manage, she quickly set about fortifying everything.
God help any little demon fuck that caused damage to her property.