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“And how do you think summoning works?”

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” Jada asked.

Mikayla tossed some orange hair over her shoulder. “Of course I do.”

I leaned back on my hands and arched a brow at my best friend, who stared down at the Ouija board with the widest, mostI don’t know what the fuck I’m doingeyes. Then, she poked at it and smiled innocently at us.

“You know, I’m more of a witch-spell kinda girl. I haven’t had a chance to use this yet.”

“Well, do your witch shit then,” Jada said, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth, as if watching Mikayla was her entertainment.

And I mean, it was kinda silly. But I would never tell Micky that.

While Mikayla began muttering something in Latin, I glanced at Jada and hoped that whatever Mikayla was saying wasn’t actually going to summon a demon. I didn’t believe in it, but Mikayla did. Hard-core. And with what she was saying … she might just summon something.

Wind whistled outside, making the back screen door slam against the house repeatedly. I looked through the window across from my bed and chewed on the inside of my cheek as Mikayla’s voice turned into a soft whisper of foreign words.

“Come out, come out wherever you are, Mr. Demon,” Jada hummed.

“Jada, you know that’s not how it works,” I said. “He has to?—”

Thunder boomed through the bedroom, and I jerked back, heart pounding.

Jada smirked and quickly moved the board to the right. “Scared?”

I cut my gaze to her. “No.”

Suddenly, Mikayla’s eyes rolled back into her head so we could only see the whites. Jada and I shared a look as lightning flashed across her face.

Then, I leaned closer to Jada and lowered my voice. “What did she drink at the party?”

“Apparently, the good shit.”

“I feel a presence,” Mikayla murmured.

Jada arched a brow. “Girl, you know there ain’t no presence in here, right?—”

Before she could finish the sentence, another pop of thunder rattled through the house, and the lights turned out. I clutched Jada’s hand, breath hitching. Maybe we really weren’t alone. It was Halloween night after all …

Anything could happen.

CHAPTER

TWO

ACAROS

“I’m not doingthis shit anymore,” Haroos growled through his jagged teeth, slamming into The Lounge—a bar made for demons in the human world. “I’ve been summoned ten times in the past hour by bratty kids playing with Ouija boards.” He collapsed on a stool at the bar and grabbed a drink from the bartender. “I fucking hate Halloween.”

“Maybe you should’ve chosen a kingdom other than Wrath to be a demon in,” I said.

That hotheaded bastard stood up and stomped over to me. “I didn’t choose Wrath, you piece of shit.” He slammed his hands against my shoulders, attempting to send me backward in my booth beside my friends. “You try being summoned for once.”

“Humans only want to see ugly monsters on Halloween night,” Bazzon said. “Like you.”

“We have a hard life too, Haroos,” Varoth said.

“It can bereally hardat times.” I chuckled.

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