Good Will Ghost Hunting: Hell's Bells [Good Will Ghost Hunting 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (34 page)

Carefully eyeing her, he did.

“What the heck is going on, Ry? No more bullshit. You owe me the truth.”

She felt his mental barrier slide into place. “Again, love, this is not something you need to concern yourself with.”

“Jeff and I both agree you’re holding something back.”

Ryan mentally swore, his mind racing for answers. Finally, a possible solution. He closed his eyes and threw his head back to stare at the ceiling. “I must have complete and utter faith in you, do you understand me?”

“I won’t run my mouth, if that’s what you mean.”

“That’s what I mean.”

“Spill it.”

He sat up and tried to keep amusement off his face. If he could divert her to an alternate path, it would distract her. Lately, this one fact had admittedly been his sole source of amusement. “It’s about Jeff and Aidan.”

Her face paled. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” He wrung his hands together. “You must, absolutely
must
promise not to say—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Supersecret. Got it.”

“Has Aidan mentioned anything about making Jeff his soul mate?”

“Oh, Ry, please tell me Jeff’s okay.”

“Of course he is. Answer my question.”

“Doofalicious worries about it every day. He’s trying to talk himself into it.”

Ryan reached over and touched her wrist as he stared into her eyes.

Please let this work.
“It’s not a concern he needs to have. However, he doesn’t know that.”

She looked confused, then a huge smile broke out. “No. Way.”

Ryan breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Hook, line, and sinker.
“Way. He doesn’t realize it, either.”

She laughed, long and hearty. When she finally composed herself, she shook her head. “That’s it?
That’s
the secret?”

“You know Aidan. You know how upset he’ll be at himself, regardless of the good outcome, that he unintentionally did this.”

Her expression grew somber. “Yeah, you’re right. So why is this a secret again?”

“I’m hoping that once he ‘makes up his mind,’ so to speak, that he’ll simply think he’s doing it and then make Jeff his soul mate. It won’t hurt his feelings or ego that way.”

She threw her arms around Ryan and hugged him, surprising him. “Dang it, you’re a good guy, you know that?”

“Why’s that love?”

She finally sat back. “Jeff asked me about that while we were out west.” She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “You love Aidan enough to try to spare his feelings.”

“He’s my soul brother. I love him. I always have. Him and Will, you know that.”

She nodded. “That’s it? That’s the big secret? Really?”

“Yes. No letting the cat out, right?”

“I promise.”

He leaned in for one more hug before returning home.

Kal sat back and fingered her amulet, contemplating. Something about Ryan’s explanation didn’t totally soothe her.

But as she thought about the situation, a smile crept through. It
was
funny. Ryan was right
.
Aidan would be upset if he knew he did it accidentally.

She turned to her computer, where the screensaver had popped up. A picture of the whole gang—her, Will, Aidan, Jeff, Purs, Gery, and Ryan.

No wonder she’d felt the way she had about Jeff recently.

Her smile broadened.
Hell’s bells, Aidan would poop a brick if he knew.
Kal laughed and shut down her computer. “Aidan,
appareo
.” Will was on a job, but Aidan had taken the evening off to spend with Jeff.

He appeared, wearing red silk Hello Kitty boxers.

She couldn’t suppress her laugh at those.

He put his hands on his hips. “All right, you call
me
and you’re laughing? Hey, at least I’m dressed.” He looked down his nose at her with a playful scowl. “What did you want, sugar?”

“Sorry.” She snickered. “Can you run me home? Will brought me in today.”

He rolled his eyes, but she recognized that look. “I thought you wanted something serious.” He grabbed her hand and a second later, they were at her condo.

“All right?”

She hugged him tightly, hiding her smile against his bare chest. “Yeah, thank you. Tell Jeff I said hi, and sorry I interrupted.”

“Aw, we were just playing
Halo
,” he said with a laugh. “We’re like a regular married couple some nights, you know.”

Kal felt the howl of laughter threatening. She quickly released him. “Well, thanks again. Good night.”

“Okay. See you in the morning, sweet cheeks.”

* * * *

Aidan returned home and swore he heard Kal roaring with laughter as he disappeared.

Jeff had paused the game and was in the kitchen making them a snack. “That was quick,” he said when Aidan reappeared.

“She just needed a ride home.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I think she was laughing at my boxers.”

Jeff snickered. “Well, I mean, really.” He pointed. “Hello Kitty?”

“They were on sale,” he grumbled.

Jeff snagged an arm around Aidan’s waist. “I didn’t say I didn’t like them. Don’t sulk. Your face gets all pouty.” He kissed Aidan on the back of the neck.

“Keep that up, we won’t get back to the game.”

“That’s a bad thing?”

Aidan grinned. “No, I guess not.”

* * * *

Kal managed to bring her howls of laughter under control. She still snickered occasionally, between her new knowledge and the memory of Aidan’s boxers. One of these days she’d ask Jeff to let her look in Aidan’s dresser so she could see them all.

She walked into the kitchen and decided on a salad instead of leftovers. She pulled out the fixings she needed, found a cutting board, and placed the tomato on it.

The butcher’s knife wasn’t in the block. She opened the dishwasher, found it, and grabbed it.

She noticed when she straightened that her amulet suddenly felt hot against her skin. When she turned to the counter, where the tomato sat on the cutting board, a strange sensation washed over her.

Kal wasn’t standing in the kitchen anymore. Correction, not
her
kitchen. Someone else’s, but…it
felt
like her kitchen even though it looked nothing like the one at the condo. And it wasn’t almost nine at night anymore, it looked like afternoon from the way sunlight poured into the living room windows.

She tightly gripped the knife in her hand as she watched the four…things materialize in her living room.

Her heart racing, she threw herself backward against the fridge and closed her eyes, hoping they hadn’t seen her.

One of the things spoke. “We know you’re here, woman. We don’t want you, we want your mate.”

Kal kept her eyes squeezed shut, her fingers tight around the knife’s handle. She ducked down.

She would never give Will up to whatever these were.

“AnnaBelinda!” it hoarsely screamed. “We know you’re here! We will find you.” She heard its heavy boots on her floor, closing in.

There was no escape from the kitchen,
because
the only way out
lay
through the living room. Desperately, Kal opened her eyes and looked around
.
T
here were no other weapons she could reach other than the one she held in her hand.

When the things appeared in the doorway, she skittered backward across the kitchen
floor
. As a last resort there was one she’d call to, but she would not endanger her husband. Her soul mate.

Never.

They’d have to kill her first before she’d allow harm to come to him.

When the creature reached for her, she struck out with the blade, slicing his arm but not doing much damage to his tough, leathery skin. It’d been eons since she’d had to fight
,
and her reflexes felt slow and dull.

With a roar the thing grabbed her, ripping the blade out of her hand and pulling her to her feet. Kal couldn’t tell her own feelings from the dream as the thing tightly gripped her, the rough skin of his forearm coarse across her throat as he threatened to strangle her.

“Call him, soul mate,” he growled in her ear. “Call him now, out loud, or you die.” He drew his sword and held it pressed against her flesh.

Tears running down her face, she closed her eyes again and used his old name, hoping it would buy her some time and spare her mate. “Amiago
, appareo
!”

The things looked at her, then turned a moment later. When the thing who held her realized he’d been deceived, he struck.

Her world went black.

* * * *

Kal came to screaming, huddled in the corner of her kitchen. Ryan knelt in front of her. Unable to speak, when she realized it was him
,
she cried again and threw herself into the safety of his arms.

“Shh, love. You’re safe.” Kal was vaguely aware of his lips pressed against the top of her head as his arms tightly encircled her. “It’s all right, I’ve got you. I’m here.”

She could still feel the press of the thing’s arm against her skin, the sharpness of the blade as it…

“What’s happening to me?” Her entire body shook. “Was it a dream?”

“Shhh. It’s all right. It was just a bad dream, love.” He scooped her into his arms and carried her out to her sofa, humming the familiar, soothing tune while holding her until she quieted and stopped trembling. When he finally got her attention, he tightly gripped her hands and forced her to look him in the eye.

“Love,” he whispered, “you fell asleep on the couch.”

Kal’s eyes went wide. “I fell asleep?”

He nodded. “It was only a dream. You called to me in your sleep, and I came. It was just a bad dream, love. Go back to sleep and dream happy things now.”

“I was making dinner.”

“You were asleep.”

Kal felt her mind slipping, swirling, now totally unsure. She could have sworn she was making a salad…

She didn’t want to revisit that horrible vision or dream—

memory

—because it was too awful. “I was asleep on the couch,” she whispered. Already her eyelids felt heavy.

He nodded as he stroked her cheek. “You were asleep,” he softly assured her. “It was just a bad dream. Nothing more.”

Once she was asleep, he carefully untangled himself from her and hurried to the kitchen. He found the knife on the floor, where she’d dropped it. He returned it to the butcher’s block and quickly put up the other things. When he felt the kitchen looked right, he checked on her one more time before returning to Atlanta.

He poured himself a tall glass of bourbon, straight, downing most of it in a few gulps. As his own heart rate slowed, he cursed himself for her distress. He’d been dreaming about that horrible afternoon, didn’t realize exactly how
vividly
until he heard Kal’s screams.

She was too strongly attuned to him. It was his own fault. He’d have to be more careful in the future.

He finished that glass and started another.

* * * *

Kal awoke on the couch a little before ten, feeling woozy and…

She sat up with a start.

Her stomach grumbled. But hadn’t she…

She shivered. She’d fallen asleep on the couch. That was a soothing thought. A comfortable thought.

A safe thought.

She walked into the kitchen and decided on a salad instead of leftovers. As she pulled the salad fixings out of the fridge, she hesitated. The butcher’s knife was in the block with the rest, but she could have sworn…

Kal shook her head to clear it.

I fell asleep on the couch.

She touched her amulet before reaching for the knife and drawing it from the butcher’s block. As she examined the knife in her hand, she reached up with her other hand to touch her neck and felt her uninjured flesh.

I felt…

I fell asleep on the couch.

She dropped the butcher’s knife into the sink and grabbed the bread knife
.
She
humm
ed
a quiet, soothing little tune as she quickly sliced the tomato and made the salad in record time. She didn’t want to think anymore. She wanted to eat and go to bed and dream pleasant things.

Happy things.

And she definitely didn’t want to think about the memory of the sword’s steel splitting her flesh as the horrible creature took her head off.

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