• Ch. 1

    “Are you kidding me?” I exclaim as I examine my disheveled room. I just got back from a demon hunt and I come back to this! “Jenna!” My short, blonde, blue-eyed sister answered by sticking her head into my room.
    “Yes?” she asked innocently.
    “Did you do this?” I asked accusingly. After all, she’s half pixie. She enjoys messing with people.
    “No! I’ve been sleeping for the past ten hours! That is, until you came barging in,” Jenna retorted. I glared at her. “Hey, I’m not lying this time, Kel. Totally not me.” I sighed.
    “Then who did this?” I wondered aloud. Jenna shrugged and retreated to her room. I jumped when Jake knocked on my door and almost knocked him to the ground.
    “Can’t keep your room clean for one night?” he asked sarcastically, sweeping his black hair out of his dark hazel eyes.
    “Hey! It wasn’t me! When I left, my room was completely spotless,” I replied, fudging the details a little. My room hadn’t been clean when I left but he didn’t have to know that. My answer drew a thoughtful look from Jake.
    “Huh. That’s weird. It could be pixies. Have you asked Jenna?”
    “Yup. She didn’t do it.”
    “Well, option one you sleep in my room or someone else’s, option two you clean up your room, option three you actually locate a witch to ward your room. This type of stuff happens way too often.” I sighed. Jake mentioned the prospect of hiring a witch every time something like this happened. Maybe he’s right. I just never wanted the trouble of searching for one. Plus, they’re tricky people.
    “Fine. We’ll find a witch. You’re helping though,” I finally grumbled. “And for tonight, I think I’d rather sleep in your room on the floor.” The only other options were Jenna, the pixie, Faith, the demon, Liam, the vampire, and Kian, the werewolf. Jake and I are the only mortal (vs Immortal) hunters. It gets kind of . . . lonely. Especially when you have a major crush on the only other human you can relate to.
    “Sounds good,” Jake said, grabbing my hand and leading me to his room. As if I didn’t have an idea where it is. I’ve been in there too many times to count in just the past year. And it’s February 12. It’s time like this that I have the courage to wonder, does he like me back? Of course, I don’t have the nerve to ask.