All Chapters of Haunter: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I was like a zombie for the rest of the day. Since thinking straight was out of the picture, I decided to make myself useful and joined the Collins outside, for the heinous task of trying to pick up all the shattered glass from the garden. The vacuum helped us a great deal, but we only had one, so Susan steered it, while Mike and I wore thick work gloves and picked up the sharp little pieces by hand.Meanwhile, inside, the other three talked with Amy and tried to salvage the footage from the burned cameras. They were able to do it, and later, Brandon showed me that the devices had registered an abrupt drop in the EM field for two seconds before the blast.“Like a volcano dome that collapses right before an eruption,” he said.He also told me the KII didn’t detect any EM field around the old well in the guesthouse basement, nor at the tool shed, anymore.I pretended to be interested, even impressed, but my head was elsewhere. I didn&rsquo

I found myself laying back on one of the loveseats. Brandon had kneeled down by it and leaned in toward me, his warm hand on my sweaty forehead, a worried frown clouding his beautiful blue eyes. Trisha hurried to me with a glass of water. Amy stood past the other end of the loveseat with Isaac, and they too looked worried.“What happened?” I mumbled, feeling my head heavy and muddled.“You passed out again,” Brandon replied, taking the glass from Trisha’s hand. “Here, let me help you.”I shook my head slightly, turning to Amy. “Why would touching them do this to me?” I asked.“I have no idea, my girl,” the medium replied, grimacing. “Does it happen every time you touch them?”“No, no. This is only the second time.” I rubbed my face, trying to sit a little up. Brandon sneaked his arm around my neck and lifted me enough to slip a cushion under my shoulders. &ldq

BOOK 3: THE HEART OF THE HAUNTERIf I could be with you tonightI would sing you to sleepNever let them take the light behind your eyesI’ve failed and lost this fightNever fade in the darkJust remember you will always burn as bright—My Chemical Romance, The Light Behind Your Eyes**Too Busy to CallBrandon used to call me every night, and all of a sudden, that Wednesday he didn’t. That first night, I assumed he was busy and didn’t want to disturb him. The next day came and went without a word from him. Weird. But I still didn’t want to intrude. I knew he was up to his neck in work, managing three projects at the same time. The last thing he needed was me bugging him about why he hadn’t called. But when I went to sleep that Thursday night without even a

Brett’s call on Tuesday morning made me realize I was supposed to go to Pennhurst the day before. I glanced at Brandon by my side, apparently still sleeping.“I’ll try to make it today or tomorrow.”“Remember we have the Paracon this weekend, so it’s gonna be crowded with the preparations starting on Thursday,” he said.“Oh, okay, good to know. I’ll try to go today, then.”I was about to sneak out of bed, when Brandon threw an arm around my waist to keep me where I was.“Tell him to book us a room at their partner hotel for tonight,” he mumbled against my forehead.“Yessir,” I said, smiling. The control freak kept tabs on everything that happened around him even in his sleep. “You don’t need to come. It isn’t a good environment for your lungs.”He kissed me in no hurry, stretching on top of me.“I know, Doctor Garne

Brandon took off his mask as soon as he got in the truck, rubbing his face with an annoyed snort. I buckled my seatbelt without a word. I knew I had it coming, I just didn’t know how bad yet.The bastard let me sweat, driving the whole way to the hotel in complete silence. We’d brought a few supplies, knowing we had a kitchen in the suite, so he took them out of the fridge to make a vegan midnight snack, ignoring me completely.I went to the bedroom, left the backpack, took off my cold wet shoes, put on dry socks, waiting in vain for him to speak. So I headed back to the kitchen. I would’ve loved to have a coffee, but the coffeemaker was in the corner of the counter, and I couldn’t reach it while Brandon was busy between the bend and the fridge.He kept his back turned on me, completely focused on whatever he was doing. Like chopping a few greens and fruits and mixing them with his cream cheese would take so long and so much attention. I