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scattered all over the floor. Setting a few of them back on my desk, he smiled.
    “Hello, Kendall.”
    I jumped to my feet, screaming, and tripped over the piles of clothes on the floor as I tried to find the door.
    "Wait! Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you!" he yelled.
    I realized I had my apple in my hand and pulled my arm back.
    "Stay back or I'll throw it!" I yelled, preparing to chuck it at his face.
    "You’re really going to throw an apple at me?" he asked. His voice was calm now, and he looked like he was stifling a laugh.
    “Okay, Mr. Genie. I've had enough of you following me around. Who are you, and how did you get in my room?”
    He rolled his eyes like I had just asked the stupidest question ever. "First of all, I'm not a genie. And second? Your window was open," he said with a shrug.
    "You are a stalker!" I flung the apple at him.
    It hit him in the chest, and his eyes widened. "I was kidding," he said, brushing his shirt off. "Good arm. I’m impressed."
    "If you didn't come through the window, then how did you get in here?" I asked, eyeing my room for more weapons. I spotted my old baseball bat poking out from under my bed.
    "Magic," he said.
    I stared at him.
    "What?" he asked.
    "Are you recording this or something? If this goes on the internet …” I glanced around the room, making sure there weren't any hidden cameras anywhere. My hand instinctively went to my neck and then my cheek. It was a habit now. I hated feeling so vulnerable all the time.
    “There aren’t any cameras, Kendall.”
    I wasn't convinced. "Did Tessa put you up to this? My sister? Cameron?"
    “No," he said.
    "Why do you keep following me around, then?"
    "I have to."
    "You have to? Why?”
    “It’s in the job description.”
    Confused, I asked, “Who are you?”
    He smiled. "I’m Ash."
    "Ash?" I wracked my brain for any familiarity with the name.
    Nope. Never heard of an Ash.
    "Yes. My name is Ash."
    I considered him for a moment, the baseball bat forgotten. "Who let you in, then?"
    He groaned in frustration, and put a hand on his dark head as if I was giving him a headache. "No one let me in," he said. "I'm your fairy …" he stopped and made some sort of grunting noise at the back of his throat. "Your fairy godmother.” His expression was pained as he said the words, like someone yanked them out of his throat.
    I raised an eyebrow.
    "Riiight …" I said slowly, letting my sarcasm creep in. "A fairy, huh?" Amusement dissolved my fear. "And I had you pegged as a genie."
    He stiffened.
    I folded my arms and leaned against the wall. Maybe he wasn't a killer stalker, but he was definitely a crazy one. I still kept my eye on the bat under my bed.
    "What?" he asked.
    "Shouldn’t you be wearing a tutu? Or tights, maybe?" I ignored his glare and burst into laughter. I couldn't resist. For the first time in weeks, I felt like laughing, and it felt great.
    "Funny," he said, clearly not amused. "Does it look like I'm wearing tights?"
    I let my eyes take in his lean body and shrugged. "Not right now, but who knows? Maybe you wear them around your house." I smiled. "Or maybe you've got them under your pants right now."
    "Not funny." His eyes narrowed, but he didn't move.
    "So, let me get this straight. You are a fairy."
    "Yes."
    "And not just any fairy, a fairy godmother."
    "Correct."
    I snorted, and put a hand over my mouth to hold back the laughter. When I’d pulled myself together again, I put my hands on my hips. "I don't believe you."
    "Why not?"
    "Fairies have wings. Where are yours? Are you saving them for a special occasion? Like Halloween?"
    His hands moved a little toward his back, but he stopped, clearing his throat.
    My smile faded as I met his icy glare.
    "You're quite the comedian," he said dryly.
    "Kendall, honey? Are you home?"
    I jumped as my mom opened the door and poked her head into the room. I was flat against the wall, and Ash stood near the window in full view of the doorway. He had his arms folded and still