Reasons why it’s not my fault demons got summoned to my sister’s Halloween party:
1. I told Agnes not to use our grandmother’s cauldron as a drinks cooler, no matter how nice it looked with the decor.
2. Everyone knows the magical bloodline of the Eastey witches died off with our grandmother. Didn’t it?
3. Who the hell used a summoning spell as a drink recipe? Even if it did taste a little too delicious.
4. I’m not responsible for the random words I mumble while wasted and trying t...
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Reasons why it’s not my fault demons got summoned to my sister’s Halloween party:
1. I told Agnes not to use our grandmother’s cauldron as a drinks cooler, no matter how nice it looked with the decor.
2. Everyone knows the magical bloodline of the Eastey witches died off with our grandmother. Didn’t it?
3. Who the hell used a summoning spell as a drink recipe? Even if it did taste a little too delicious.
4. I’m not responsible for the random words I mumble while wasted and trying to avoid puking on anyone.

Hell, I didn’t even realize they were real demons until much much later. Now I’ve let loose a demon who wants to devour me and a demon who wants to… devour me, but in a pleasant way. To save my sister, I have to figure out my non-existent magic while a sexy cinnamon roll of a demon and a gorgeous, grumpy nine-tailed fox shifter try to protect me from getting eaten. If only they’d both stop eying me like I was a delectable treat.
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