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leave his body behind and travel to other places. His father called him a spiritwalker. An astral traveler, said his mother. It didn’t matter what they called it, the fact remained that Jed could move beyond the physical confines of his body and seek out the world around him.
    Usually he drifted in that out-of-body state until something interesting caught his attention. He was cautious during his travels, always making certain not to stray too far or stay too long.
    With any gift of such magnitude came rules and responsibilities, and both his parents had schooled him well. He never intruded on someone else’s privacy and he always surrounded himself with white light and the protection of his totem animal—the bear—while he traveled in the nether realms.
    Tonight, he didn’t linger. As soon as he released his essence, his soul, from his physical body, he felt an unmistakable pull. He stood beside his bed, peered down at his physical body and frowned. This was the first time he’d ever felt an invisible force urging him to go in any particular direction. At first he resisted the insistent tug. He didn’t like the idea of someone or something being able to direct him.
    He thought he heard a whisper of his name. The low voice was distinctly female. Cocking his head to one side, he listened. A breathy moan swept around him, caressing his bare chest like a lover’s hands. His physical body was still, but he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck rising.
    Centering himself, he gave a prayer of thanks to the Great Spirit, asking for guidance and protection.
    He felt the presence of his animal totem beside him and glanced down. The large brown bear waited by his side, ready to travel wherever Jed chose to go.
    The compulsion to follow the voice grew with each passing second, and Jed finally relented, giving in to its call. His spirit rose and drifted through the ceiling of his room. As he glanced at his physical form one final time, he satisfied himself that all was well. A thin golden thread connected his spirit to his body. As long as it was unbroken, he would have no trouble returning to his physical self.
    The air was chilly and a stiff breeze whipped around him, but he felt neither cold nor discomfort as he traveled through the dark. The town was quiet below him, the occasional car passing beneath the streetlights. Burnt Cove had settled down for the night.
    A dog barked when he passed overhead, canine eyes seeing him where human could not. Jed usually enjoyed these moments, the stillness, the sense of being able to see the larger picture, not just of the town, but also of life itself. But tonight, not even the clear sky and bright stars could hold his attention.
    The tips of his fingers began to tingle, jolting him. He curled his hands into fists as he drifted toward the unknown. Houses thinned as he reached the outskirts of the town. Here, beach houses ranged all up and down the shoreline like colorful rocks on an otherwise barren landscape. Fall in Maine was beautiful in the woods, the trees donning the capes of many colors. But here on the coastline there was a stark, rugged beauty that was as captivating as it was deadly. The Atlantic Ocean pounded the shoreline, waves beating the rocks before receding back to the sea.
    His gaze was drawn to one house in particular. He knew it well. Bride O’Neill had lived there from the time she was a young married woman until the day she passed six months ago. Now it was occupied by her granddaughter, Maggie.
    Jed’s body heated as he drew closer. His balls ached and his cock throbbed. Beautiful, elusive Maggie O’Neill had attracted him from the first time he’d set eyes on her. Her waist-length hair was thick, its red color a beacon, drawing him. Jed wanted to wrap his fist around that hair, anchoring her to him as he pounded into her sweet, soft body.
    Maggie had the kind of curves that made men sweat. Lush and lovely, he wanted to trace every arch, every hollow of