It is a very long story, and I promise I’ll spill all later. Condensed version: my mom is a Brannick, I am the unholy love child of a Brannick and a demon, and the bar for family dysfunction is now set super high.”
Jenna, to her credit, knew when to just roll with it. “Okay, then.”
“The more pressing question right now is, why are we back at Hex Hall?”
Jenna looked around, taking in the unnatural fog, the dilapidated (well, more dilapidated) feel of the house. “Something tells me it’s not for a class ruinion.”
“Did you get pulled through some kind of magic tornado, too?” I asked her.
“No, I flew in here as a bat. It’s a new thing I learned from Byron.”
“Ha ha,” I said, swatting at her arm.

Author: Rachel Hawkins