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The house was dark. The little light the setting sun offered illuminated only a few things, like the furniture and pic..

I pretended to be asleep at first, but before long she just opened the door and walked in on me lying on the couch, my..

Nate let me into his truck, and then he got in on the other side. I took in my surroundings for the second time, trying to..

I heard a soft knock on my door. “Come in,” I called. My grandmother pushed into my bedroom,..

Nate wasn’t at school. He texted me at lunch to tell me he was sick, and he probably wouldn’t be able to get..

-Nate- My head pounded, my stomach flip-flopped, and my mo..

-Skye- I paced the length of the small room I shared with Penelope. She was my roommate in my witch training sc..

-Skye- Dean and I walked all the way to our graveyard; the one Andrea, Chase and I had deemed ours. Dean and I ..

-Chase- I kicked at a particularily large rock as I walked towards Andrea’s house. I grumbled to myself ab..

-Dean- The couch was warm, as if someone had been sitting there recently. I clasped my hands together and waited..