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...

"Why are you here, Carly? What brings you all the way to Russia?" Landon inquired, a hint of concern in his voice.
"Tell me, are you working with those agents, perhaps, mingling in some thrilling covert operation?" he pressed further, his eyes welling up with tears, gripping Carly's arm.
"You're my girlfriend, Carly. You shouldn't be keeping secrets from me!" Landon shouted, his voice filled with frustration and hurt, his grip tightening.
"Pretended girlfriend, remember? But don't worry, lo...