But most of all, I want a future with them. Crazy as it sounds. Three ghosts and a witch."Are you mocking me?" the wraith asks like he's gritting the words out.I open my eyes despite the pain and glare at my uncle. His skeletal form is back now along with the black, floating robes. And the image s
I struggle to lift my hand because I want to slap my uncle, this wraith. He is the cause of so much heartache and misery in my life. And I can't let him win.I ball up my fists, my nails digging half-moons into my palms. In my mind, I picture Aunt Grace, my mom and dad. How the grief and sorrow of s
I hold the prism against my chest, the coolness of it against my skin is soothing as is Jacques' presence.So, I keep moving this way and that, trusting Jacques to lead me out of this nightmare.Thunder booms so close I jump."You're doing wonderful." Jacques words reassure me. If that's the case,
"Brene," Jezza tugs at my sleeve. "Y-you can't stay out here all night. The vamps and werewolves will be hunting soon and you're bleeding. I mean I know neither of them are supposed to go after humans or us witches, but you're not safe here."No. I'm not safe here or anywhere. My hands hurt and I si
Now that the food is in front of me, I feel nauseous. I unwrap the candy bar first. My aunt would be appalled. But I'm hoping the sweetness will give me some energy and help bring my appetite back or at least enough to eat the sandwich and chips.Jezza doesn't say anything but nibbles on her pretzel
Because Melanie is studying to be a necromancer, she shares evening and night classes with vamps and other nocturnal students. Something I didn't think I could ever do. I used to believe vampires were the worst supernatural beings and I blamed them for so much. Now I am missing one and two ghosts.I
"Leave me alone." I straighten my shoulders, but I really don't want to have to deal with their shit right now or ever."Woohoo." Sullivan holds up his hands. "Guess she told us."Mercier laughs. "Whatcha doing out here so late? Looking for your ghost lovers again?" He makes smooching sounds and puc
I awake at dawn and excitement pulses through me."Ben. Kiarr." But as I glance around my empty, quiet dorm room, realization hits me. It was just a dream. My sheets are rumpled like I tossed and turned all night, but I don't feel tired. Just resolute.I've got over an hour before first-period and I