OLAMIDE It all went to hell after the supposed seer's statement. As Jason took hold of my hand and walked me back to the car, I could not help but linger on the words of the blind woman. The conviction in her lips as she uttered those words. The accusing look in her bleeding eyes. It cemented the words that had echoed at the back of my head one too many times. I was cursed. "Coming here was a mistake," Jason said. He looked aghast. I wasn't even sure why. I was the one who had been tagged a walking breathing misfortune. The worst part was that I even agreed that the words of a total stranger had to be the truth. The signs were there after all. The second my parents got my brother and me abroad. We seemingly lost contact with one another. Not to mention that the night Deji was murdered, I intended to follow him but I was too lazy to make good on that. All of that could not just be a coincidence. Jason escorted me to a passenger seat and slammed it shut.

  SATAKE The world outside became loud and I was tempted to open my eyes. The scenery that graced my eyes looked very different from what I had become accustomed to waking up to all my life. I tried to get on my feet when I noticed David cocooned up next to me. His hands were clutched to the book he had read me all night and his face was the depiction of a true angel. I brushed away a lock of dirty blonde that hindered me from gawking at his pretty face. I found myself strangely admitting that I found this warlock attractive in every sense and David couldn’t just be a piece of eye candy. Oh, no. He was smart, witty, inventive, and forgiving too. The more time I spent looking at him, the harder it was not to fall under his spell but I had somewhere to be. I stepped out of the bed and tiptoed towards the door, stopping for a minute when the door creaked open. That book was on my mind. I groaned in frustration then tiptoed back to David's side. He was holding on to

TWO DAYS PRIORAs Ginger bent the laws of nature to return home, a prick of regret burned her skin as she realized her perfect spell had given a not-so palatable result. She had willed herself to reappear in her bedroom but instead, she was outside her apartment, and no matter how hard she tried to repeat the spell to give a perfect result. It kept on failing and that told Ginger all she needed to know. As always, her mother had figured she was not at home. Ginger walked reluctantly to the front door. She could almost feel her mother's worry cloud the house. Usually, Ginger's reappearance would lead to a scalding reprimanding but Ginger had an ace up her sleeve this time. She peered into her phone screen. Half-caked blood coated most of it. Blood that had poured directly from the veins of Olamide, the suspected attribute. With good faith, I knocked. The lock snapped in seconds and a gust of wind opened the door. Yasmin was walking leisurely across the room with a glass of win

  Ginger stood in the doorway of her mother's room while at the same time scowling at her mother's rash nature. A few minutes ago, an undead had blatantly walked up to their door and demanded that Yasmin follow him. Ginger didn't need a spell to understand what was going on. Yasmin had gone against the safe blueprint they had made. Instead of waiting for the yearly (day of the dead) which was, by the way, the safest map out they could follow, her mother had probably spilled about Olamide being the attribute causing Lilith to shift all their plans. The vampire was simply obsessed with making her plans come to actuality. "You cannot be seriously considering doing the spell tonight." "Why not?" Yasmin demanded. "Both the attribute and the relic are at the same location. A powerful sleep spell should be able to disarm the werewolves while we retrieve them." "Mother, make protection spells for the Crow. It won't work." "It will," Yasmin assure

DAVID Coffee was not even my forte but I had waited for him three miles away from.his pack grounds. He had asked me to wait. He had promised that he would come and while I had my doubts, I obliged. What else was there to do? I would rather have a sexy as fuck man stand me up on the date he proposed than further dig into the messed up stuff my sister had preoccupied herself with while she was alive. As I glanced out through the forest grounds again, I caught a glossy black motorcycle roll to a stop in front of where I sat. Suddenly, the nerves I had been trying to suppress in my stomach flared. All of a sudden, I felt shaky, my skin got clammy, and I thought I might pass out. He pulled off his helmet and held it in place on his thigh with one hand while another ran through his moist hair. I straightened my shoulder and put on a smile when he looked my way. "Well, hello," he said, lowering his arm and giving me a megawatt