"Until recently," she says with a grin, "I wasn't on anyone's records." She had forged records now, so she could have things like, say, a passport and a bank account.

Now, unfortunately, she did exist, both in the mundane and supernatural world. She'd gone from being no one, a blip on the radar to the Night Council. Now she'd fucked the president, was dating the Vampire rep, the whole council knew she'd formerly been a prostitute, and she had a personal vendetta against the Mother of Witches. So much for anonymity.

"Meant no school"