CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED-ONE

"How was your work out?" Reed called out, slouched on the sofa in the living room. He played Princess dress up and tea party with Ginny and Rue Rue letting them braid his hair, put make up on him and paint his nails.

"I don't even know how I'm still alive." I groaned, feeling like a noodle. My legs quivered as I forced each to take a step until I collapsed on a chair. My muscles groaned and I whimpered. "No more."

"You are so unfit," Claire tutted. "How do you witches go about fighting demons with such weak muscles?"

"We have endless supply of magic. Well, I used to."

"This is why you all are so easy to kill."

"That's offensive," I defended. "Try having everything at your fingertips and see how you'll be lazy with a flabby stomach like me."

"Do not bring your stomach into this," Reed cried. "I love it just the way it is."

"Aww."

"Pay attention, Princess Uncle Reed," Rue Rue said, nudging him with the flowery small faux kettle. "The King is going to choose you to be his bride