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Today had successfully been the most irritating day in the history of Mila's painfully short life. Groaning to herself, Mila dropped her head onto the book that laid open and unread in front of her. Lightly tapping her head against the book, Mila heard her mother's footsteps coming down the hall. Jolting up from her chair, Mila grabbed her jacket from her bedpost and threw open her window, jumping out herself only moments later. Running until she was far enough from home, Mila slipped her arms through her jacket and tried not to think about the argument she'd just had with her parents.

Again they'd noticed her grades were slipping. And again, Mila had tried to explain that keeping her friends alive and safe was more important that Calculus. But no. Mila had to have Rachel and Ava for sisters. Both had made high school seem effortless. Of course, neither of them had to deal with, raging, psychopathic supernatural beings running around in the open, did they? Mila growled lowly to herself, finally coming to grips with her surroundings. Sighing, Mila realized she'd wandered into one of the shadier parts of town.