BOOK 3: THE UNLIKEABLE DEMON HUNTER: NEED

"I could do with a boy or a burrito." I rubbed my belly, the silky material of the long-sleeved tunic that I wore as a mini dress sliding under my fingers. Were TV shows and book covers to be believed, I'd stake out my prey with a sleek fall of hair, clad in head-to-toe leather. Too bad my curls were allergic to flat irons and tight leather pants gave me yeast infections. Learned that the hard way.

"In that order?" My twin brother ...