“You need to be invited into a room, right?” I shook my head, hating that she looked disappointed. She was funny, and direct, and a little odd in a way that made her at once awesome and approachable. I was ten, and I already liked her more than anyone I’d ever met. “Can you at least read my mind? What am I thinking about?”
“Um.” I scratched my nose. “That book you like. With the witches?”
“Not fair, I’m always thinking about that book. What number am I thinking?”
“Ah . . . seven?”
She gasped. “Misery!”
“Did I get it right?” Holy crap.
“No! I was thinking of three hundred and fifty-six. What else is a lie?”
The thing is, Humans and Weres and Vampyres might be different species, but we’re closely related. What sets us apart has less to do with the occult, and more with spontaneous gen
