mirror. “Are you okay, ma petite ?”
“Yep. Started down bad memory lane but put the car in reverse and got the hell out of there.”
The back door opened, and Talia climbed in holding an evidence bag, her mouth set in a grim line. “Sorry it took so long. I had to flash a few times while I was collecting the evidence so the cops couldn’t see me.”
“Well?” I asked.
She held up the bag with a small vial inside. “I was able to collect the blood. Which is a good thing, because you’re right. It’s green. I don’t know how we would have explained that away.”
Misha lost his smirk, and I pinched the bridge of my nose in an attempt to stop a lurking headache.
“I wish I’d been wrong. What the hell are we dealing with?”
“Something not from earth,” Jean Luc said.
The setup was too perfect. Misha looked at me, and I sighed, dreading what he would be unable to stop himself from saying next.
“Live long and prosper.”
Chapter 3
“ Knock, knock .”
“Stop it, Marie,” I groaned, pulling my striped comforter up to my ears and snuggling deeper under the covers. I had barely gotten three hours of sleep since leaving the art museum, and the sun was already taunting me through the window.
“ Knock, knock .”
“I’m not answering you.”
Marie’s head appeared through my closed bedroom door, her gray hair in tight curls. “I can do this all day, you know. Since I’m dead, I don’t have to be anywhere anytime soon. Knock, knock .”
“Fine. What’s there?”
“Don’t you mean who?”
“Not in my world.”
“You’re no fun,” Marie huffed and floated the rest of the way through the bedroom door and over to the bed.
She was wearing her signature yellow sundress. Didn’t ghosts ever get to change clothes? She continued, interrupting my tripped-out thoughts. “I’ve been spending time with Groucho Marx and decided to try out some jokes he taught me.”
Heaven must be an interesting place. “Marie, you didn’t show up just to tell jokes. What’s up?”
She hesitated, and I sat up a bit to get a good look at her. “Is something wrong with Dalton?”
“No. Last time I peeked in on Joe he was fine.”
I blew out a breath. “Then what’s wrong?”
“How are you doing?”
“With what?”
Marie huffed at me, again. “With this Key business. You know. Girl meets boy. Boy absorbs supernatural knowledge. Girl erases boy’s memory to save his sanity. Girl loses boy, but gains knowledge. Supernatural seizures result.”
“Wow, Marie. Have you ever considered writing personal ads? You might have a knack for it.”
“You need to work on your displaced aggression, Kyle McKinley. It’s not healthy.”
“I suppose you’ve been talking to some heavenly shrinks, too?”
Marie shrugged and floated closer to me. “Maybe. How are Jean Luc and that new vampire doing?”
“That new vampire’s name is Talia, and she and Jean Luc are finally together after wasting too much time denying their vampy feelings. I’m glad Jean Luc finally listened to my advice.”
Marie frowned. “And I’m mad about that, young lady.”
I stifled the urge to laugh. “Did you honestly think you were going to have a relationship with him? You’re dead, and he’s a vampire.”
“Exactly! He’s a vampire, which means he wouldn’t be judgmental about me being a ghost.”
“You’re not corporeal, Marie. How exactly would this have worked?”
“Love finds a way, dear.”
I flung my arm over my eyes, hoping she would take the hint and go away. How was I supposed to rein her in? I had no frame of reference. My own mother was a train wreck, and although I’d never known my grandmothers, I certainly didn’t need a bossy, ghostly one. “Marie, can you give me some privacy?”
“I give you plenty of privacy when you’re playing with your kitty cat.”
I growled and lifted my arm to glare at her. “Stop calling Griffin a kitty cat. He’s the leader of the US shifter
“Yep. Started down bad memory lane but put the car in reverse and got the hell out of there.”
The back door opened, and Talia climbed in holding an evidence bag, her mouth set in a grim line. “Sorry it took so long. I had to flash a few times while I was collecting the evidence so the cops couldn’t see me.”
“Well?” I asked.
She held up the bag with a small vial inside. “I was able to collect the blood. Which is a good thing, because you’re right. It’s green. I don’t know how we would have explained that away.”
Misha lost his smirk, and I pinched the bridge of my nose in an attempt to stop a lurking headache.
“I wish I’d been wrong. What the hell are we dealing with?”
“Something not from earth,” Jean Luc said.
The setup was too perfect. Misha looked at me, and I sighed, dreading what he would be unable to stop himself from saying next.
“Live long and prosper.”
Chapter 3
“ Knock, knock .”
“Stop it, Marie,” I groaned, pulling my striped comforter up to my ears and snuggling deeper under the covers. I had barely gotten three hours of sleep since leaving the art museum, and the sun was already taunting me through the window.
“ Knock, knock .”
“I’m not answering you.”
Marie’s head appeared through my closed bedroom door, her gray hair in tight curls. “I can do this all day, you know. Since I’m dead, I don’t have to be anywhere anytime soon. Knock, knock .”
“Fine. What’s there?”
“Don’t you mean who?”
“Not in my world.”
“You’re no fun,” Marie huffed and floated the rest of the way through the bedroom door and over to the bed.
She was wearing her signature yellow sundress. Didn’t ghosts ever get to change clothes? She continued, interrupting my tripped-out thoughts. “I’ve been spending time with Groucho Marx and decided to try out some jokes he taught me.”
Heaven must be an interesting place. “Marie, you didn’t show up just to tell jokes. What’s up?”
She hesitated, and I sat up a bit to get a good look at her. “Is something wrong with Dalton?”
“No. Last time I peeked in on Joe he was fine.”
I blew out a breath. “Then what’s wrong?”
“How are you doing?”
“With what?”
Marie huffed at me, again. “With this Key business. You know. Girl meets boy. Boy absorbs supernatural knowledge. Girl erases boy’s memory to save his sanity. Girl loses boy, but gains knowledge. Supernatural seizures result.”
“Wow, Marie. Have you ever considered writing personal ads? You might have a knack for it.”
“You need to work on your displaced aggression, Kyle McKinley. It’s not healthy.”
“I suppose you’ve been talking to some heavenly shrinks, too?”
Marie shrugged and floated closer to me. “Maybe. How are Jean Luc and that new vampire doing?”
“That new vampire’s name is Talia, and she and Jean Luc are finally together after wasting too much time denying their vampy feelings. I’m glad Jean Luc finally listened to my advice.”
Marie frowned. “And I’m mad about that, young lady.”
I stifled the urge to laugh. “Did you honestly think you were going to have a relationship with him? You’re dead, and he’s a vampire.”
“Exactly! He’s a vampire, which means he wouldn’t be judgmental about me being a ghost.”
“You’re not corporeal, Marie. How exactly would this have worked?”
“Love finds a way, dear.”
I flung my arm over my eyes, hoping she would take the hint and go away. How was I supposed to rein her in? I had no frame of reference. My own mother was a train wreck, and although I’d never known my grandmothers, I certainly didn’t need a bossy, ghostly one. “Marie, can you give me some privacy?”
“I give you plenty of privacy when you’re playing with your kitty cat.”
I growled and lifted my arm to glare at her. “Stop calling Griffin a kitty cat. He’s the leader of the US shifter
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