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jacket and pulled up the hood of my sweater. The quick moving storm clouds had darkened the street, people rushing along to get inside from the rain, but I was using the hood to keep my face hidden. There was no way to hide Dro. She didn’t look like anyone else in the world.
    Dro could sense other people staring at her through the shops or car windows. Even the people jogging past with papers or umbrellas over their heads gave her a second look. I glared at as many of them as I could see. Dro hated it when people stared at her.
    I walked close to her, blocking her from as many eyes as possible. I wasn’t a fan of the unwanted attention either, but there was nothing I could do about it. So I distracted Dro by asking how many were on the list. She picked the crumpled piece of paper out of her coat pocket and looked at it.
    “Just one. It should be up here.”
    I took the piece of paper from her and read it. Garcia Preternatural Associates. A father and son who promised extensive knowledge and incredible results. Which I would believe when I saw. She shoved the paper back in her pocket while lifted my head when the rain started falling harder.
    “Okay, they’re our last stop. I’m not liking the weather.”
    Dro smiled at me. “Usually you’re jumping for the chance to shower.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Usually I’m not freezing. Come on. If we move fast enough, we might be able to make it out of the storm.”
    ***
    We didn’t make it out of the storm. In fact, the rain got worse the closer we got to the home-run business. The house was a two-story bungalow with white siding and a wooden porch. A plastic sign that read Garcia Preternatural Associates: Family Owned and Operated since 1997 was staked into the front lawn. The windows were curtained, golden light glowing from behind them and letting us know that someone was home.
    The sight of it reminded me of the house Dro and I lived in as children. It had been so long that I’d nearly forgotten what comfort looked like.
    A memory was pushing its way up into my head, but I stopped it before it could make me depressed. We had to get inside, out of the rain and away from the street where we could be recognized. By the time we made it up to the porch, we were soaked to the bone. Dro clutched her drenched jacket around her body, though it was doing nothing to keep her warm. The joints in my hand were stiff from the cold. I yanked open the screen door then gripped the doorknob. I twisted it to find it was unlocked, so I pushed it open.
    I shoved my way into the house, the screen door slamming behind Dro. She was shaking in her jacket while I got a better look at the front hallway.
    Everything smelled like sage. The walls were painted an off-white color, making the hall seem wider than it was. A couple tables with tissue boxes and decorative vases were on my right under a large silver cross on the wall. At the farthest end of the hall was a closed door. The staircase was on my right. On my left was the entrance to the living room. I started to walk toward it when someone entered the hallway and nearly ran into me.
    He stopped while I stepped back, my arm wrapping around Dro and pushing her behind me. This new person looked about as harmful as a marshmallow, but pretty faces lied just as easily as ugly ones.
    This kid was definitely pretty. A little thin maybe, but his Hispanic face was smooth and unmarked. If it weren’t for the dark stubble on his face, he would have looked like a very tall ten year old boy. He had a mop of curly black hair and gentle brown eyes. He smiled a nice, friendly smile.
    I didn’t trust him.
    “Uh, you ladies look a little lost,” he said. “And like you need some towels.”
    When my defensive expression didn’t change, he looked over my shoulder at Dro. His smile faded, and I could practically see his heart skipping a beat.
    I didn’t have a problem with men looking at my sister, or women for that matter. Human beings are naturally attracted