He leans down and kisses my lips softly. "It's perfect. I've missed smoking as a ghost. And the cane is perfect as well.""My turn." Kiarr rips open his gift and lets out a triumphant yell. "A polished bull horn for mead-is it spelled too?"I nod. "Yes.""Ye don't know how happy ye make me, Brene. B
I stifle a giggle as purple and silver streamers fall on top of Lance's head. Half of a purple one sticks to his nose while a mix clings to his dark hair.He waggles his eyebrows at me, causing a laugh to burst out of my mouth."Here, let me help you."My pumps clank against the metal rungs of the l
"See, she puts animals above me." Lance pouts. "What am I going to do when I'm gone and she's left alone to her own devices? She might start a halfway house for every animal within a fifty-mile radius."I bristle, but force a smile. "If I was that bad, I'd have kept the whole litter of kittens for m
A few moments later, Lance bursts into the cafeteria causing Amelia and me to jump."False alarm." He beams at me. "Just some punks fooling around with the air conditioner and turning the bathroom faucets on full blast."Was that what I'd heard in the hallway? I rub my hands down my skirt. But, I no
I awake, aching all over. But when I try to rub my itchy nose, restraints keep me from moving my arms more than an inch off the bed. What the hell?Monitors beep around me. The pungent aroma of cleaner, bleach, and an underlining sickening smell fills my nose. I'm in a hospital? Had I been bitten? W
One lousy hour. That's all I was given to say goodbye to my friends and Lance, and my life. I didn't even get to pack my own bags, but Aunt Grace and one of the supernatural officers stuff my clothes into two suitcases. All that I have for my trip now sits on the bus beside me as I whiz down the ro
I lie in the foreign bed with the old house creaking and popping. My eyes burn with a mix of anger and sorrow that I'm stuck in this place where I don't belong.A feeling like someone grasps my shoulder makes me leap up, I bang my head on the headboard. I look around. There's no one in my room but m
I had been so desperate to sleep that I pulled out the magical histories textbook. Instead of helping my insomnia, its stories of goblins and other creatures and even the word nightmares came from a demonic fae spirit made sleep impossible. Is that what had happened to me? Except, it wasn't a bad d