Just Roommates Charity Ferrell Mga Nobela at Kwento

Freya's pov My roommate is human, which is a relief, because I can tell the moment I walk into the room, no supernatural scent or sharp awareness, just a regular guy who can’t sense I’m hiding something. “You must be Freddie,” he says, looking up from a textbook, sprawled across his bed with long arms and legs taking up space, strawberry blond hair falling over his eyes. “I’m Tyler, Tyler Chen.” “Nice to meet you,” I say, dropping my gear by the empty bed, which must be mine, two beds, two desks, two dressers, and a window overlooking the quad, just a normal dorm room where I have to live as someone else.