Obsidian

Starting over sucks. When we moved to West Virginia right before my senior year, I-d pretty much resigned myself to thick accents, dodgy internet access, and a whole lot of boring- until I spotted my hot neighbor, with his looming height and eerie green eyes. Things were looking up.

And then he opened his mouth. Daemon is infuriating. Arrogant.

Stab-worthy. We do not get alon Starting over sucks. When we moved to West Virginia right before my senior year, I-d pretty much resigned myself to thick accents, dodgy internet access, and a whole lot of boring- until I spotted my hot neighbor, with his looming height and eerie green eyes.

Things were looking up. And then he opened his mouth. Daemon is infuriating.

Arrogant. Stab-worthy. We do not get along.

At all. But when a stranger attacks me and Daemon literally freezes time with a wave of his hand, well, something- unexpected happens. The hot alien living next door marks me.

You heard me. Alien. Turns out Daemon and his sister have a galaxy of enemies wanting to steal their abilities, and Daemon-s touch has me lit up like the Vegas Strip.

The only way I-m getting out of this alive is by sticking close to Daemon until my alien mojo fades. If I don-t kill him first, that is.