Tempt the Stars Read Free

a
good
thing!”
    “This isn’t a movie!” I told him, and wrenched the necklace back.
    “Okay. Okay, sure. She’s fine. She’s wonderful. But what about the others?”
    He had a point. The house was a war zone the humans never saw, as generations of spirits made and broke alliances, chased and occasionally cannibalized one another, and generally continued in death the battles they’d fought in life. And like in battles everywhere, the weak didn’t survive for long.
    “I don’t want you to risk yourself,” I told him honestly. “Just take a look around; see if she’ll talk to you. You know what I need.”
    “Yeah, your head examined!” Billy snapped. “She’s a
ghost
—it’s not like she’s going anywhere. You could find her in our own time, without the risk—”
    “Don’t you think I thought of that?” I hissed. “The house is empty in our time. Nobody trusts Tony’s people—”
    “Can’t imagine why,” Billy said sarcastically.
    “—so they’ve been portioned out to other houses where they can be watched. Ever since he turned traitor, this place has stood empty. And without human energy to feed off of—”
    “Ghosts go into hibernation mode,” he finished for me.
    He ought to know; he was as active as he was only because I let him draw energy from me. Other ghosts did the same, on a much smaller scale, from anybody intruding into their territory, because humans shed living energy all the time, like skin cells. That was why ghost sightings were usually reported in cemeteries or old houses. It wasn’t just because their bodies often ended up there. It was because ghosts who originated elsewhere had a much harder time feeding enough to stay active.
    “I can’t find her at Tony’s in our day,” I told him. “And every time I try going back in time alone, I almost get caught. This may be my only chance.” He looked like he wanted to argue, which Billy could do every bit as long as Laura could hide. But I didn’t have time for that, either. “Billy,
please
. I don’t know what else to do!”
    He scowled. “That’s not fair.”
    And it really wasn’t. We sniped and argued and bitched at each other all the time, worse than an old married couple. And that was okay; that was standard in the families both of us had grown up in. But we didn’t handle the softer emotions so well, because we hadn’t encountered them too often.
    Billy had been part of a raucous family of ten kids, and while I got the impression that his parents had been affectionate to a degree, there had been only so much to go around. And he’d often been lost in the shuffle. And as for me . . 
    Well, growing up at Tony’s had been a lot of things, but affectionate wasn’t really one of them.
    As a result, both of us preferred to stand aloof from the softer stuff, or to ignore it entirely. So yeah, teary-eyed pleading was kind of cheating. But I was desperate.
    Billy made a disgusted sound after a minute and looked heavenward. Why, I don’t know. He’d been actively avoiding it for something like a hundred and fifty years now. Then he took off without another word, but with an irritated flourish that let me know that I’d pay for this eventually.
    That was okay. That was fine.
    I’d worry about the fallout later.
    Right now I just needed to
find her
.
    “Come on,” I wheedled, trying to sound calm and sweet. “I’m out of practice.”
    Nothing. Just a dark, echoing room, crossed and crisscrossed by ghost trails. So thick and so confusing that the Sight was no damned good at all.
    “Damn it, Laura!”
    And, finally, someone giggled.
    It was hard to tell where it came from over the sound of the wind and rain, but patience had never been Laura’s strong suit. A second later, there was an extra flutter next to the long sheers by a window. I lunged as she ran, too relieved to be careful, and slipped on a rug. And ended up falling straight through her.
    “No fair fading!” I gasped, hitting hardwood.
    She