The day I turned fifteen, I wanted so badly to go to an under twenty-one club with my friends. My parents thought it was a bad idea so they wouldn’t let me go. I got really angry at them. I found her acting for the most part as a sulky stroppy teenager, and then in the next breath almost superhuman in her ability to seem to ignore any injuries to be a sub par hero.

It was as if I was reliving my years of torture. I hated him with every fiber of my being. Baring my teeth, I roared, "Are you crazy? I'm not yours. Leave me alone!" Yeah, well, Bones and I had a couple months of relative quiet. Guess it's time to liven things up again." What else did you see?” She closed her eyes for a moment as she thought about all the movies he’d starred in lined up along the shelves of the entertainment center. The teachers would definitely love me for being an hour late the first day of school, ’ I sarcastically thought to myself.In my head the word was howled in anguish; in reality, it left my lips in a whisper. It was enough to wake me up, though, and I jerked away in horror until I realized I was covered in sheets, not flames. The only fire was safely contained in the hearth on the other side of the room. I didn't point out that it was Don's fault Madigan knew how to ghost-proof a building. Heavy combinations of weed, garlic, and burning sage would keep all but the strongest spooks away. After a ghost had almost killed Madigan last year, he'd outfitted our old base with a liberal supply of all three. Couple all that with the gifted narration of Tavia Gilbert who breathes life into every character then she gives each situation just the right amount of feeling whether it's excitement, anxiety, passion or grief. She shows what a big difference a good narrator makes to a book and highlights the perfect synergy that can be obtained between the two to make it a truly enjoyable and pleasurable listen. I feel a particular pair of eyes watching. Not those jealous ones, another pair of eyes. Ones that make you feel cautious. I look around but see no one in particular staring at me.

He is someone that I hate with the intensity that no one could fathom in their whole life. I don't think it's ever heard that two twins, two — brothers — one — soul, who share such a deep connection from even before birth, would hate each other. It's unheard off, but it doesn't mean it can't be real. I hate my brother. Like no one can.Not so fast, sweetheart. I fully expect you to participate in this. That means you treat me like your husband, your lover and your friend. If you still can’t see us together at the end, then you can tell me to leave. I’ll give you whatever you want. Annulment. Divorce. Whatever.”