Love and Wraiths

What's worse than being hunted by a horrifying entity of darkness? Oh, wait, I know-falling in love with the woman you're supposed to protect, and who annoys the hell out of you.Rory:Listen. I enter prizefights in my spare time and hunt ghosts for a living, so I know a bad idea when I see one. And the moment I set eyes on Layla St. James, the gorgeous, bossy, and mean heiress who wants to hire me as a bodyguard, I know she's a very bad idea. I mean, the whole situation, but especially the part where I saw her and immediately forgot how to make words. Why the hell did she have to be my exact type? But something killed her father. Something that's not human. And now it's hunting her, and she's desperate. And whatever this is, I've seen it too-felt that prickle on the back of my neck that meant something I couldn't see was watching me. Felt the way the darkness thickened and the lights dimmed. Not much scares me in my line of work, but this? This scares the hell out of me. Like I said, bad idea. But hell, I've always been really good at bad ideas. Layla:I do not like people in general. I especially do not like people who are loud, chaotic, and just a little bit goofy. Enter exhibit number one: Aurora West (or Rory, as she calls herself)-snarky, orange-dyed hair, unbelievably annoying, an attitude the size of Vancouver Island. Oh, and also disturbingly hot. However, she is the most experienced ghost hunter I could find, and possibly the only person who might be able to keep me alive. But I'm coming to realize there's a lot about Rory I didn't know: the fact she has some connection to a mysterious society of supernatural hunters that calls itself WRAITHS. The fact that the thing hunting me also has an interest in her. The fact that, despite my best efforts, I think I might be falling for her.Which is stupid, of course, and I am absolutely going to tell her that.If we survive. Which I am beginning to doubt.