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you?
    No. I don’t think any of those will do.
    I drop my gaze, speechless for the first time in a long time. Chin to chest, I shrug a little, old school blush flaring red across my cheeks. I mutter something along the lines of you’re welcome and disappear into my bedroom. I just stand in the darkened room for a bit, too weary to process what just happened. That’s the first time Noah’s acted even kind of friendly towards me, the first time he’s dropped his all business attitude.
    The bed just about swallows me up as I lay down, it feels that good. Of course, since I’m more exhausted than I’ve been in ages, sleep won’t come. I’m busy replaying everything that happened with Nancy. Processing that is easier than processing Noah. As my windows start to glow with the early morning light, and my thoughts twist and dance around in my head, a grim mix of Noah and Nancy, I have one last thought.
    Lucy knows what Daya’s doing. Nancy basically said as much. None of us are going to be safe while Lucy’s still alive. And as crazy as it sounds, I still have my heart set on a happily ever after with Noah. If I’m ever going to get that, Lucy’s gonna have to die, whether or not Daya gives us the order.
     

Chapter Three
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Almost as soon as my eyes close, my alarm goes off. At least that’s what it feels like. But, I can tell by the blaze of light at the window that I’ve slept through into the afternoon and it’s time to get up and go to work. I’ve only slept a few hours and I still feel like shit. The whole purpose of getting these ‘throw away job’s’ as Daya calls them was so it wouldn’t matter if I had to miss days and end up getting fired because of it.
    Thing is, I’ve never missed a day of school or work in my life for anything short of throwing up. And I actually kind of like this job. So, I’ll be going to work today, aching head and body and all, even if I did kill a vampire last night. I didn’t leave much time to get ready, definitely not enough time to wash my hair, so I pull it back, wash my face, throw on some clothes and head out into the living room.
    Luke’s sprawled out on the couch, a pair of warm up pants sliding dangerously low on his hips, his bare chest looking chiseled and spectacularly massive above his trim waist. He’s easy on the eyes, that’s for sure. Although now that I know him, it just makes me mad that he looks so good.
    “Kitchen’s still a mess,” I say as I bend over to lace up my boots.
    “Sure is,” he replies, sitting up and raising his eyebrows. “You’re not going to work, are you?”
    “Sure am.”
    He shakes his head, disdain written all over his face. “You guys are something.”
    And that’s the end of that little conversation. I pull on my coat and gloves, sling my bag over my shoulder, and head out the door. The world is blinding. I guess those flakes that started to fall last night were just the precursors to the first actual snow of winter. There’s about three inches of the stuff covering every visible surface, reflecting the sun into the most painful thing ever for a girl with a headache. I look down and blink my eyes into focus. Fresh boot prints lead away from our door, out onto the sidewalk, and off towards the little shopping center where Noah and I work.
    So that’s what Luke meant.
    I guess Noah didn’t call in today either.
    The walk to work is brisk and the cold does me good, making sure I’m fully awake when I press open the doors to Sir Perks-a-Lot, the coffee shop where I work. Michael Buble’s crooning through the speakers and the now familiar scent of coffee and baked goods brings a smile to my face. Don’t judge. People can change. So it wasn’t too long ago that I hated the smell of coffee. It also wasn’t too long ago that I didn’t even know I’m a witch.
    “Woah…” Krystal — the barista with the ever changing hair color — says as her eyebrows hit her hairline. Her now cherry