Study Practices“I don’t want to study.”“But you should.” Mana answers, looking up from her textbook at Keahi. “Your final is tomorrow, after all.”Keahi presses her face into her psychology textbook and moans. “But this book is so boring, Mana.”Their neighbor, Larissa, sits next to Keahi, notes spread out in front of her. “I don’t think your sister feels all that bad for you,” she says, grinning when Keahi gives her a look. “She looks more amused than anything.”“Come on, Keahi.” Mana says, smiling at her. “You can do it.” She adds after a few moments when all Keahi’s done is stare at her. “If you study for an hour, I’ll bring home a coffee for you tonight after my shift.”It’s enough to perk her twin’s interest. Keahi raises an eye brow at her. “Extra shot of espresso?”“Extra shot of espresso.”Keahi frowns at her, bu
NightfallThe sun is beginning to set, and Keahi hasn’t seen her sister in hours.“We’re going to find her,” Clayton reassures her, not for the first time since the battle started. “We just have to keep looking.” Each time, Keahi answers him with a nod, and hopes that he’s right.And by the time they do find her, the sky is black and the only thing she can smell is the smoke from all the fire. Mana’s face is smeared with dirt and her hair is tangled with debris, but she’s alive, and Keahi cries as she pulls her into a bone-crushing hug.Mana blinks, surprised, before returning her hug. “I’m here, Keahi,” Mana murmurs, rubbing her back. “I’m okay. We’re both okay.”After they pull apart, Clayton nods at them. “Let’s keep moving,” he says, but squeezes Mana’s shoulder in greeting. Keahi hates to admit it, but he’s right; the battle’s only just begun.
One Close Call“Any ideas?”“Yeah,” Keahi answers Clayton, dropping into a fighting stance as she watches their opponent. “Getting the hell off this landbridge.”Clayton can’t agree more; below the bridge is a black void. He doesn’t know what’s down there, and he doesn’t want to find out.“Allow me to help you with that,” the Enforcer says. Keahi glares at him, and the ground smolders at her feet as she bursts into flames. She is about to lunge at him when he slams his fist onto the ground.The impact kicks up dirt and grass as a large crack forms in the bridge between them. Clayton and Keahi watch, weary, as the crack continues to grow, traveling several more feet. It stops and they sigh with relief in unison, only for a large chunk of ground to break away and fall into the canyon below.Keahi swears, turning sharply on her heels and running after Clayton. The flames surrounding her burn out and she runs harder, attempting to ke
Sewing“That seam is going to break again, but the good news is your stitching is getting better.”Vanessa’s sheepish smile is met with Claire’s unamused look. “I’m the worst person you could ever try to teach sewing to, face it.” Claire says. She sighs, looking at her attempt at sewing very dejectedly.“My mom tried teaching another girl in our village once. Trust me, you’re not the worst.” Vanessa answers, and scoots closer, wrapping her hand around Claire’s own. “Try stitching like this,” she adds, gently guiding her hand. “The closer you can get them, the better. It’s going to be hard the first couple of times, though.”The door opens suddenly, and Claire jumps. Xander raises an eye brow at her, though it only makes her face heat up more. “Dinner’s ready.” He says, slowly. “You guys are clearly busy, though, so take your time.” And if Claire isn’t already dyi
Job HuntingOne thing people neglected to tell him while he was still alive: even in hell you need a job.“You just gotta keep looking.” Owen, his mentor – an old, surly demon who’s been around since the Victorian era – says, and casually flips to the next page in today’s issue of The New York Times. He doesn’t know why demons care what’s happening on Earth, but every morning there are copies of the most current issue that he can’t afford because he doesn’t have a job and is already behind on bills. “Did you look at today’s job listings?”“Yeah, and I applied to all of them and you know where that’s gotten me? Nowhere. Zip. Nada. Static—““You done overdramatizing yet?” Owen yawns, flipping yet another page in his newspaper. “Finding a job is hell, even in hell.”“You’ve had the same job for centuries. How would you know?”“Because unti