GENRE: YA urban fantasy
Andra groaned as the pain in her chest spiked.
"Are you all right, miss?" the elderly librarian asked, looking at her over her glasses.
"Yeah," Andra said. She tried to smile, but it only turned the librarian's concern into suspicion. She had no doubt she looked like a junkie jonesing for her next hit. Which wasn't that far from the truth. She checked her phone for the hundredth time. Nothing.
"Damn it, Robin," she muttered. Her hands shook as she grabbed her bag and walked to the exit, dialing her phone at the same time. The crisp morning air made her eyes water.
"Hey," Robin said. She sighed as the sound of her brother's voice soothed the Crave.
"Hey." She clenched her jaw to keep her teeth from shattering. "I thought we were meeting at the library."
Something crashed on the other end of line. "Right," he said, sounding distracted. "Sorry. It slipped my mind."
"Where are you?" she said, leaning on the nearest wall. Her fingers scratched at her chest.
"Damn it," he said. "Look, remember how I told dad I'd set everything up for your Offering?"
"Yes," she drawled. "Robin, what's going on?"
"I think I just broke the water receptacle."
"You broke the water receptacle." she said. "The one that's been in dad's family for generations."
"It has?" Andy said. "God, I suck. Why did I volunteer for this?"
"Because I'm your favorite sister and you love me?"
"You're my only sister, but I see your point."