Jake's POV
I regret not locking my damn door. Like seriously, how hard is it to remember that basic survival step when you live with a demon disguised as a girl?
I should’ve known.
I should’ve known when she didn’t argue with mom last night about doing the dishes. I should’ve known when she smiled too sweetly at me before bed. And I definitely should’ve known when she walked past my room humming like she was in a Disney movie.
But nope. I was too tired, too comfortable in my warm bed, too focused on my peaceful morning plans—only for it to go straight to hell.
Because my stupid twin—yes, I said it—chose the ultimate revenge move.
She threw a whole-ass bucket of ice-cold water on me while I was still sleeping.
It wasn’t just a splash.
It was a biblical flood.
Straight-up Noah’s Ark
