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Loud
banging outside my door interrupts my thoughts. I step into the narrow hallway
of our tiny apartment, maneuvering around stacked boxes that will never be
unpacked. Not if we have to move every couple of months. This is the third time
we’ve moved this year, and it’s not even halfway over. It’s the only way to
avoid demons. If we’re not on the run, they’ll come after us until I’m either
dead or tainted by evil. Or worse—they could leave me without a soul.
Alana perches on the
kitchen counter, sifting through the top shelf of the junk cabinet. Her
shoulder length blond hair hangs in a ponytail, the front half clinging against
her cheeks. She swivels sideways and glances over her shoulder.
“Fantastic morning,
isn’t it?” she asks. “Another peaceful, uneventful night.” Alana’s fuchsia
pajamas look as fresh and unwrinkled as they did last night, and I don’t know
why she bothers wearing them. The woman doesn’t sleep at night, only in the
morning, and even then she has insomnia most of the time.
“For you, maybe. I
spent a good thirty minutes convincing a demon that you’d kill it if it didn’t
stop staring at me through the window.” I wince, expecting Alana to start
screaming.
She turns on the balls
of her feet and jumps from the counter. She looks me up and down, checking for
signs of injury.
“You know better than
that, Cami,” she says. “If you would’ve told me, I could’ve killed it. This is
bad. It might go after an innocent person or come back here.”
“It was only a lower
level demon. Not something the average person couldn’t fight off,” I say,
despite my better judgment.
“That kind of thinking
will get you killed. I’ve spent too long keeping you safe to let that happen.
You have to tell me these things.”
“Fine, whatever,” I
say. Alana is persuasive when it comes to doing the right thing to protect
myself from demons. The promise of injury, death, and the loss of my soul
always seems to do the job. It’s still effective, even though I’m now seventeen
and no longer the naïve fourteen year old girl she rescued.
I watch Alana pull an
empty water jug out of the refrigerator and shake it. Small droplets of water
pelt the sides, creating a soft drumming sound. She tosses it into the trash
before looking up at me.
She sighs. “Where’s the
rest of the holy water?”
“I drank it,” I say.
“What? Oh, never mind.
Go get dressed. We have to get more supplies.”
Ginna Moran is the author of the Destined for Dreams and Finding Nate series. She lives in
Austin, Texas but is originally from Southern California.
When she realized her love of writing was her
life’s passion, she studied literature and writing at Mira Costa College in
Northern San Diego. Besides writing novels, she was the senior editor, content
manager, and image coordinator for Crescent House Publishing Inc. for four
years.
Aside from Ginna's professional life, she enjoys
binge watching television shows, playing pretend with her daughter, and
cuddling with her dogs. Some of her favorite things include chocolate, anything
that glitters, digital design work, and organizing her bookshelves.
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