Haylo Kiss Guide

She looked at the shotgun. She looked at the salt. She looked at the thing that had haunted her hollow for a year.

“Haylo,” it breathed. Not a question. An introduction returned. Haylo Kiss

Haylo picked up her shotgun. “Because my grandmother didn’t bargain for me. She bargained for you. You think you’ve been haunting us? We’ve been keeping you, trapped in a name, bound to this hollow. And now you’ve had your kiss.” She looked at the shotgun

She pumped the shotgun. The creature’s crack widened. trapped in a name

Now, at seventeen, Haylo stood in that same hayloft, a shotgun in her hands and a circle of salt around her boots. The moon was a thumbnail paring. The thing was back.