#S-15 YA Contemporary Fantasy : HELLFIRE
Being a witch is new to Phoebe. Being hunted isn’t. With danger on her tail, Phoebe does what any girl would do. She grabs her boots and her dragon, and goes to kick its ass.
I could hear them. They were in the walls – again.
I scrunched my eyelids shut, trying to ignore the weird itch behind my eyeballs that always seemed to flare up whenever the Crazy was about to hit.
It didn’t work. Never did.
With a growl of frustration I sat up in bed, hearing the flutter and scrape becoming almost frenzied inside the wall.
“Not again,” Christina groaned. My roommate pulled the pillow over her head. I reached under the mattress for the hammer, wishing it was of the sledge variety instead of the mediocre claw hammer I’d snagged from the maintenance guy’s toolbox. Chris muttered something else, but it was lost under her pillow and the incessant scraping inside the walls.
I rolled out of bed, still glaring at the wall as though I’d be able to see the evil little buggers right through the plaster.
I have a Straight.
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