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awake. The red and blue knitted blanket was coarse against her face as
sunlight streamed in through the windows. The remnants of the dream fading in
the daylight, but they were never far. Not far at all. Her eyes snapped open in
a hurry and she rolled over on the wooden floor toward the sofa.
    Through
her matted hair, Jessica saw the sofa was empty.
      She pushed herself up, tangled in the blanket, but finally kicking it away with a
frustrated huff. Some demon hunter she was.
    “Well,
good morning, sleepy head.”
    Pivoting
on her butt Jessica peered into the kitchen nook. Amanda was bustling about
like Mom once did. She had bowls laid out on the serving bar and there was an
old flowered dishtowel thrown over one of her shoulders. Busy as a bee, Amanda’s
hair was kempt and glowed like a sunrise in the morning sun.
    Not
only was she healed, but her strength appeared to be back. Jessica was relieved
as she balled and tossed the blanket on the sofa. “Why’d you let me sleep?”
    Amanda’s
face softened with a smile. “Because you’re human. You need sleep just like the
rest of us. I think Aunty Gwen must have been here recently. I found coffee.
Want some?”
    Not
even exhaustion could hide that glorious aroma. With a nod, she rose from the floor and sank onto a bar stool and pushed
her tangled mess of hair from her face. “Good thing I like it black.”
    Jessica
nodded her thanks as Amanda presented a green mug of steaming coffee. Blowing
on it, Jessica took a sip. Closing her eyes, she let the strong brew slide down
her throat, enjoying every beautiful drop, before asking her next question with
dread. “Have you heard from her?”
    Amanda
shook her head as she slid a bowl in front of Jessica. “My phone has no
messages, yours?”
    Sliding
her phone from her pocket Jessica quickly checked. Sighing, her eyebrows rose.
She masked her disappointment so Amanda wouldn’t lose hope. “Nope, but maybe
that means she’s just on her way.”
    “Maybe.”
Amanda shrugged and popped a bit of dry cereal into her mouth from her own
yellow bowl. “Not really fresh, but not stale either. I’ve always loved Frosted
Flakes.”
    “You
and your sugar.” Jessica smirked and gathered up a handful of cereal herself.
She’d rather have eggs and steak in the morning, maybe with a side of hash
browns, but beggars couldn’t be choosers in their crazy world.
    “I
know, I know.” Amanda played her finger
on the counter. “But it always makes me feel better. I swear the sugar enhances
my gifts or grounds it. I don’t know.” Amanda shrugged and stirred her cereal
with a finger.
    “Well…”
Jessica gazed at her bowl and the half a dozen blueberries that sat in the
middle. Why, they were perfect and plump;
not dried out and old. Perfect.
    Jessica
held one up like it was a disease and her nose scrunched. “Where did you get
these?”
    Amanda
immediately stopped chewing. “Umm…well. You were asleep and I—”
    Her
older sister leaned forward. “Spit it out, Amanda.”
    “I
picked them.” Amanda sighed and sat on her bar stool. “There’s a small bush
outside, by the back door. I remembered it from when we were kids and—”
    Jessica’s
heart skipped a beat and she popped the blueberry into her mouth. It was sweet
and juicy, but that was beside the point. “You went outside while I was
asleep.”
    “It’s
morning.” Amanda’s voice cracked as she pointed to the door. “Demons aren’t
going to come out in the morning! It’s not like they’re out doing brunch,
Jessica.”
    “They’re
not vampires, Amanda.” Jessica’s face reddened and anger thrust through her veins. “Now that they’ve
picked up our scent again, you have to be more careful. If they wanted you bad
enough and knew where we were, you’d bet your cozy little peasant dress they’d
be waiting for you.”
    Amanda
gazed at the countertop, her hands folded together. “Well, I’m sorry that I sometimes
like to do normal things. Blueberries in the