The Viking-dressed guy stands on my backpack. How had he gotten so close without me seeing or hearing him?"Get off!" I yank at the backpack. This has to be some trick of Gwen's. They are probably in the dorm, filming my shock and laughing their asses off."Brana, my heart!" He rushes toward me with
Unless my translation had been wrong?"Kiarr-" Saying his name sounds odd on my tongue. My heart, though, does a little lift inside my chest. "This is not your world or time. Can you find your way back to wherever you came from?""No, ye are in danger here. I will stay and protect ye with my life."
Biting my lip, I dash out of the room, locking the door behind me.I pause in the hallway as the desire to race back inside my room pounds through my chest. Am I having this reaction because of the dream from last night? Was Kiarr the one kissing and touching me?Briefly, I close my eyes, allowing m
I dart through the garden to the gray brick building that houses the necromancy and dark magic classes. My breaths lodge in my chest as I cross the threshold. A strange prickling like tiny raindrops dances across my skin.Even though Melanie is helping out teachers here with some problem, I need to
The zombie's breath of rotten meat and spoiled eggs gags me. I twist, trying to get away."Brana-Brene!" Kiarr shouts.My heart leaps at his voice. I've never been so happy to hear someone in my life. But what can a ghost do? His sword went right through Gwen.Still, I can't bring myself to give up
I blink as sunlight pours into the room and have a huge deja vu moment. Am I back in the hospital? Was everything about going to the Academy a dream?"How are you feeling?" Melanie scoots her chair up next to the bed. "Didn't know you had necromancer skills like that.""Me neither." My voice is hoar
His lips are soft, yet firm and taste like honey. I can't stop myself from kissing him back. I let my mouth open, deepening the kiss. The rumble of approval deep in his throat excites me as do his hands which move from my face to my shoulders, skimming down my arms to my waist. He grabs my ass, haul
My footsteps are sluggish as I walk to Melanie's dorm room. Each step brings me closer to never being able to see Kiarr again. But he can't stay. I mean, he's a ghost and not even my boyfriend. I have Lance- a human -whom I adore. I don't need a phantom man in my life.Things are way too complicated
He leans down and kisses my lips softly. "It's perfect. I've missed smoking as a ghost. And the cane is perfect as well.""My turn." Kiarr rips open his gift and lets out a triumphant yell. "A polished bull horn for mead-is it spelled too?"I nod. "Yes.""Ye don't know how happy ye make me, Brene. B
"You sure you're ready to do the same for Gwen?" I whisper. "She's a handful."A blush colors his cheeks and I wind my arm through his. "Yeah, I am.""Not so fast." Angelic pushes through the crowd. "She can borrow this and I'll walk her down the aisle.""Yes. I'd like that." I beam.She holds out a
Though Kiarr has his sword strapped to his side. Each looks so serious and my heart does a little flip at seeing them. Both Decan and Walsh are standing by them too.I look to my friends, tears in my eyes. Melanie rushes up to me with Jolene. "Here, we'll take these.""Wh-what's going on?"Ben strol
Three months later, I squeal when Ben and Kiarr pop into the room. "Hey, you're not supposed to be in here yet." I shove their presents under a pillow. "No peeking or you'll ruin the surprise."Ben looks abashed, but gives me a sly smile. Kiarr leans an elbow on the top of my dresser with a lazy gr
"Have I hurt you?"I shake my head before I can form the words. "No. Just intense.""For me as well." His eyes meet mine. "I will not be able to take my time as I would like. All of me wants you and I won't be able to wait.""Me either." I lift my hips slightly so that my sex is pressing against his
I hurt all over, but I open my eyes and try to sit up. Everyone in the circle is knocked down. Even Ben and Kiarr who had been helping hold me up are unconscious.Then gray eyes look down at me. "Did you sacrifice all of these people just for me? And I thought you were a good witch.""Jacques." I wr
Three weeks later I'm tearing my skirts and socks out of my drawers. "Where is my wand?"Kiarr leans against the dresser, using my flying clothing as target practice for his sword. The blade slashes harmlessly through each item. "Why are ye looking fer it?""I have a test today." I open another dra
I stare at the pile of ash as the wind blows it away. The bunt mark left from the grimoire as dark as the hole in my heart. Jacques.Both Ben and Kiarr pull out of my body and I sag to the ground, unable to stand without their help, with my heart hurting so much I can't breathe.Jacques. All of this
Gwen wrestles the book from Amelia and runs."Hurry," Ben shouts inside my head. "She still has traces of magic from having the book and can kill Gwen."I groan, pushing myself up. All my muscles are cramping and not wanting to work right. I need to fix this. And I think I know what to do, but I hop