I was desired. That’s all Eli would tell me. Hunched over a silver can under the flickering fluorescent light, the safehouse was quiet. We were quiet. Staring daggers at my brother’s best friend from across the room was all I could do. Who does he think he is?! Here I was eager to finally have a shot alone with him and he drives me here? Says it’s for my own protection? Nothing he has told me has made any sense. I’m not part of a coven. My brother is definitely not a gatekeeper. My 21st birthday definitely didn’t set off a supernatural prophecy. And there are certainly not hoards of paranormals waiting to find me, claim me as theirs.