Chapter 82: Center Of Attention

There was a time I would have felt awkward and uncomfortable being the center of attention. When having the focus of all these powerful, older paranormals aimed directly at me while I spluttered and hummed and hawed over what to say and where to put my hands while I worried if I had something on my face drove me to distraction and uncomfortable silence while blushing furiously and wishing I could fall into a hole in the world and vanish forever.

Once. Not anymore, it seemed. As I faced off with the gathering at WPC headquarters, even the man who'd disowned me in attendance, that glare I'd come to know and despise firmly in place, I spoke with calm collection, slowly, so they'd understand.

Because despite my youth and their supposed wisdom that came with age? They were having difficulty actually processing what I had to say.