Stiefvater, Maggie books

The Dream Thieves

Orla breezed right inside without saying hello to him. As a psychic, she probably saw him, but as Orla, she didn’t care. Blue stopped, though. She was pleased he was there. She rearranged the Camaro wheel under her arm and wiped damp hair off her forehead. “Hey, Noah.”He was too busy being ghostl...