"Anneliese, are you okay?" Edward asked during our training session on Thursday, his wavy hair going into his face for a second before he tried to push it back. He must not have been used to having it be so long. "You seem worried about something."

"I’m fine."

Edward gave me an exhausted look. "Do we need to do the electricity test or are you just gonna tell me?"

Sighing heavily, I looked at the TV screen. "Fine, I’m… Not fine."

"What’s wrong?" Edward asked, touching my hand. This was basically what training with Edward was like at this point. The two of us awkwardly being touchy feely until I built up enough of a tolerance to trigger a premonition of my own volition. It also didn’t help that my brain decided that it was going to start getting weird and tingly every single time Edward did something nice for me, like giving me his jacket if it was starting to rain or opening a door to let me go inside. For the past month, I’ve even been getting butterflies in my stomach every single time he touched my hand. The whole situation made me uncomfortable at first, but now I’ve just accepted it as a part of my reality.

"I had another premonition yesterday."

Edward readjusted himself in his seat. "You did? Did you trigger it like you did with your father?"

"No."

"Was this a good one or a bad one?"

"Bad. Very bad." I said simply.

"What happened?"

I explained what had happened yesterday, my breath shaking as I did so until I was done. Edward just sat there silently, rubbing his thumb on my wrist to help me stay calm. He always did that when I got like this. First when I told him about Callum’s death, then more and more often when I saw everyone else in our group's deaths. Keisha getting crushed under rubble, Becky getting a poisoned arrow between a chink in her armor, even Trayvon getting electrocuted to death. He was there for all of it. It was oddly comforting. Granted, it was the main source of the butterflies in my stomach, but comforting. Once I was done, Edward sighed, looking at me sadly. "I can’t imagine what you’re going through. You two are practically best friends at this point. Seeing her die must be pretty hard, probably one of the hardest you’ve ever had to see."

It was one of the hardest, he was right about that. The hardest has to go to Dad though. Even when I’m not trying, I see him cornered in that room before he eventually dies. I hadn’t even realized I had started crying until Edward reached over and wiped away a tear. "Yeah. It was hard to see."

"Do you know when it’s gonna happen?" Edward asked cautiously.

"I think it’s gonna happen tomorrow."

"During school?"

"No. At this party she was invited to."

"You got the address?"

"Yeah. She texted me last night and gave it to me." I said, pulling out my phone and pulling up the text messages.

"Let me see..." Edward said, pulling up his own phone and staring at my phone, typing out the address. His eyes widened. "Is she sure this is right? Like, absolutely sure?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Because this is where the final battle was." Edward said, giving me a concerned look. Everyone knew what the final battle was. It was where the SNL and the Revengers had their final stand off before the SNL inevitability won. Heroes and villains alike died that day, leaving Lava Rock, Super Stretch, Brain Dump, Gold Rush, and Mermaid still alive to arrest the rest of the Revengers. They would still break out of jail, led by Sewage, of all people, but the Revengers have been silent for twenty years now. Beth didn't join the SNL until she got out of college a couple years later, but now most of what they dealt with nowadays was petty thieves and international villains who thought they could do crime in America and get away Scott free.

"What?" I asked, leaning closer to Edward to get closer to see his phone. On Google Maps, it showed a bunch of ruins. My eyes widened. Why was the party here of all places? "This is definitely where she dies."

"This isn’t good." Edward said uneasily.

"Trust me, I know."

"What are you gonna do?" Edward asked.

"I don’t know." I said, running a hand through my hair. "Go with her and protect her, I guess."

"Okay..." Edward said cautiously. "And how are you gonna do that?"

"I don’t know!" I said in a panicked voice. "I barely know why I’m the one who saw her die in the first place!"

"Okay, okay, calm down." Edward said, putting his hands up. "You just need to figure out a plan on how to save her so that both you and her can get out safely."

"Like I’m not safe." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Anna, trust me, when it comes to protecting someone you’re worried about, you are gonna be acting rashly." Edward said, grabbing a piece of paper from his backpack. "I just want to be there to make sure that you don’t do anything that you will definitely regret."

"I won’t regret anything."

Dad walked through the door as he looked over at us, carrying his work stuff. He gave us a cautious look. "What’s going on? You two look like you’re in the middle of a cowboy standoff."

"Just a friendly argument about Y.A.K.S., Dad. Not a big deal." I said, sitting back down.

"Actually, sir-" Edward started to say.

"Edward..." I said through gritted teeth.

"Anneliese and I were going to meet up with Erika tomorrow night and go to a party."

"A party?" Dad asked, slightly concerned. He took in a sharp breath. "I don’t know honey."

"It’s a mission for Y.A.K.S., Dad." I said quickly. Edward’s eyes widened right next to me.

"Mission? But I thought that that was just an after school club."

"The plan is for us to debut as an emergency team at the Super Awards and Unicorn wants us to do a trial mission before we do that."

"I don’t know..."

"You’re the one who-"

"I know what I said." Dad said, holding up his hands. "I just didn’t know that Erika was in Y.A.K.S."

"Recently joined since she got her power a couple weeks ago. She’s basically Poison Ivy or that one girl from the really old movie you showed me when I was younger."

"Layla from Sky High?"

"That’s the bitch!"

"Anneliese Marie Andrews, watch your language."

"Sorry, but you get what I mean, right?"

"Yes, I get what you mean." Dad said, rolling his eyes slightly. "If this is for a mission, I don’t think I can really stop you. Just… Make sure you call me if you get into any trouble, okay?"

"I will Dad, I promise." I said quickly.

"Okay… So, Edward, are you planning on staying for dinner this time?" Dad asked jokingly.

"I don-"

"Yes, he’ll be staying." I interrupted.

"But what abou-"

"Oh, your uncle is invited too." I leaned my head back to see Dad, making it look like he was on the ceiling. "Put four chicken breasts on the grill, Dad."

"Are you gonna-"

"Yeah, we still got mix in the cupboard, right?"

"We should."

"Cool!"

As soon as Dad was out of the house, Edward looked over at me, concerned. "Why did you just lie to your father!"

"If he knew that we were gonna be going there to stop a murder, he would kill me before someone else got the chance. If we're going to protect Erika, we need to make him think that this is for a mission."

"And you told him about Y.A.K.S."

"Of course I did! I tell my dad just about everything. Who do you think convinced me to join in the first place?"

"I thought that Callum did!"

"No! The man outside grilling chicken is the one who convinced me to do this in the first place!"

"So does he know-"

"He knows you have powers, but not what they are. Only person he really has specifics on is Becky."

"Did you have to tell him that the party was a mission though?" Edward complained. "You couldn't have thought of anything else?"

"Would you rather I tell him why we’re actually going to the party and have him lecture us on how we're going to get ourselves killed?"

"No..." Edward grumbled.

"Well, there you go." I said, getting off of the couch and walking back to the kitchen.

"What exactly are you doing?" Edward asked, following me to the kitchen as I started digging around for the cheesy rice box.

"About to make a side for dinner." I said, grabbing the box of broccoli au gratin, shaking it as I grabbed a pot. "Why, do you want to help me or something, you dork?"

"I’ve… Never made food before."

"Not even a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich?"

"No..."

"Oh good God." I said, rolling my eyes. "Do you want to learn you how to make cheesy rice or do you want us to wait on you hand and foot like you’re some kind of Prince Charming?"

Edward seemed to hesitate for a second, glaring at me for a second, before he sighed heavily. "Oh bloody hell, fine."

"You good?"

"Yes. Why on Earth would you ask?"

"Because I don’t want an angry sous chef in my kitchen."

"Oh? This is your kitchen? Not your father’s?"

"Well, the rules are simple." I said simply as I grabbed a pot from down in the cupboards as Dad walked back inside to grab something from the kitchen. "My dad isn’t making anything in here. Whoever is making food in the kitchen is the owner of the kitchen. Since I am making the side for tonight’s dinner, this is my kitchen."

"I wouldn’t argue with her, Edward." Dad said, grabbing a space from the cabinet above my head as he confidently put a hand on my shoulder. "She gets very protective about her kitchen."

Edward rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Just tell me what to do."

After Edward helped me put the rice into the pot so that it could heat up, someone knocked at the door. Edward opened it up to reveal his uncle. "Edward, come on. We have to go pick up food befo-"

"Anneliese and her father are forcing us to stay for dinner." Edward said quickly as if he was trying to hide something. "That won’t hurt anything, will it?"

Frederick looked around the house, then sighed heavily. "No, that won’t be an issue."

"You can come on in, Mr. Potter!" I said, leaning so my head poked around the corner. "I kinda need my sous chef back though."

"Sous chef?" Frederick asked, giving Edward a confused look.

"Anna is forcing me to help her make part of dinner." Edward explained sheepishly.

"And what exactly are you two making?"

"Cheesy rice!" I announced excitedly.

"Now Anna, you know that it’s called broccoli au gratin." Dad said as he walked into the house. He smiled at Edward. "When she was little, Anneliese couldn’t say broccoli correctly, so the first time she ate it, she simply called it cheesy rice."

"Well, it’s not like au gratin is in my wheelhouse either, Dad." I said, rolling my eyes. "And I wish you would stop telling my friends stories about me from when I was a kid. It’s embarrassing."

"Sweetie, I’m your father. It’s my job to embarrass you." Dad said, finally noticing Frederick standing in the kitchen. "You must be Edward’s uncle. I’m Anneliese’s father, Tony Andrews."

"Frederick Potter. Nice to meet you, Tony. Though I must say, I am a bit surprised that you and your daughter are insisting that Edward and I stay for dinner."

"Well, it’s just been me, Annie, and our dog for the past month since my wife and I are taking a break. It'd be nice to have some more company for dinner."

My grip on the spoon tightened. Edward leaned over and rubbed his thumb on my wrist. Edward whispered, "Just focus on the food."

"Dog? I haven’t seen a dog." Frederick asked, the two adults continuing the conversation.

"Koda!" Dad yelled, shaking his head as he looked over at me. "Annie, where’s the dog?"

"Koda, get out of my room! You could get a piece of my chicken if you’re lucky!" I yelled, taking my eye off of the pot for a second. Koda came running down the stairs as soon as he heard that. He was a lot bigger than when Mom got him, his head almost reaching my knee caps. He patiently sat down at my feet, waiting for food to drop down as Edward bent down and started ruffling his fur.

"She knows that thing better than I do." Dad said, shrugging. "They’re practically best friends after her friend Erika."

"Hmm..." Frederick said, walking over and bending down to get a look at Koda. Edward held in his breath for a second as Koda licked Frederick’s face. "A white and brown Siberian Husky. Intriguing."

"Uncle Frederick, please be careful with your back..." Edward begged.

"Oh, I’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry about me so much." Frederick said, standing back up.

"I just get concerned, okay?" Edward grumbled.

"Anna, is the rice almost ready?" Dad asked, moving the chicken to the center of the table.

"Uh… Yeah." I said, turning off the heat as I stirred in the packet of sauce, then moved it onto a potholder Dad had set down on the table. "Time to eat?"

"Time to eat." Dad confirmed.

We all gathered around the table and ate food while making small talk until we were all done. Frederick looked over at Edward. "Come on. We need to get going."

Edward nodded, giving me a shy smile. "I’ll see you tomorrow."

I nodded. "Just meet us there."

"Got it." Edward said as he and Frederick walked out the door.

"Dad, I’m gonna go up stairs and do my homework."

"Okay honey." Dad said as I dragged my bag upstairs and started typing on my phone. I was going to figure out how to save Erika, even if I was going to get hurt in the process.