Igniting Cinder (The Lost Girls, #3)

by Holly Roberds

I feel infinitely better with my plushy of the Grim Reaper. You can turn it inside out and it turns into Anubis, the God of the Dead. I change my little Grim back and forth based on my mood.

I want to make her scowl, make her smile—like really smile. And I want to annoy the ever-loving shit out of her with the million more nicknames I cook up.