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Most people would love discovering a hidden supernatural race but Samantha Rain was not one of them. She found they were infuriating at best, downright intolerable at worst. And that was just Lilith she was talking about.
“You couldn’t even wait until I finished my dinner,” Samantha whined, her stomach rumbling persistently. “I was right, this is slavery.”
“Oh, boo-hoo. You can’t seriously be upset about that sad microwave dinner for one,” Lilith countered, her heels clicking rhythmically on the pavement. She mumbled house numbers to herself and turned onto a lawn without warning Sam.
Sam reluctantly followed her partner. “Hey, FishKick makes great ready meals. Well… Great is a bit of an overstatement. They’re decent. Passable. Okay, they’re garbage, but I was hungry.”
“If I take yo
