Her mom's a witch.
Her dad's a demon.
And she just wants to be ordinary.
I batted at the curl of smoke drifting off the tip of my candle and tried not to sneeze. My heavy velvet cloak fell in oppressive, suffocating folds in the closed space of the ceremony chamber, the cowl trapping the annoying bits of puff I missed. I hated the way my eyes burned and teared, an almost constant distraction. Not that I didn't welcome the distraction, to be honest. Anything to take my mind from what went on a...

“N-no! It’s not like that!” I pleaded, tears swimming down my face. “I don’t want this! You have to believe me, please!”
His large hand violently grabbed my throat, lifting me off the ground effortlessly. His fingers trembled with every squeeze, tightening the airways vital for my life.
I coughed; choked as his anger burned through my pores and incinerated me internally. The amount of hate Neron holds for me is strong, and I knew there was no getting out of this alive.
“As if I’ll believe a ...