Dana Marton

Her grandmother used to say there were men the devil put on earth to test good women. Clara was tempted to ask the guy whether he'd just zip-lined in from hell. 'Go away,' she said instead. His smile was worth a thousand words, most of them dirty. His voice dipped. 'How can I, when your eyes begged me to come over?

No matter what her father wanted, no way was Clara going to partner up with Light Walker. He'd suggested a tarantula for a snack, for heaven's sake. The were never, ever, ever going to work together.