The man holds out a bottled water, offering a tentative smile. I take the proffered drink and swallow the pills down in one gulp.
“Thank you,” I say, and he nods.
“Now. Care to tell me what you mean when you say Corinne needs to fix you?”
Taking another sip, I consider the question and whether I wish to answer it. I don’t know this guy or his motives. I’m still trying to get to the bottom of what Corinne did, and although this twin seems a bit easier to talk to, I think I’ll keep my secrets close for now.
“Why don’t you start with what she told you about that night?”
His heavy sigh sounds more tired as his hand runs back through his dark hair. “Listen, she’s under a lot of stress.” My eyes nearly bug out of their sockets.
“She’sstressed?You should be concerned about what I’m going to do to her when she finally brings her butt back here. Her actions have led to pandemonium in my life.”
His hands run down his jean-covered thighs. “Our family puts a lot of pressure on her to fulfill certain... expectations. Until that night you showed up, she was only doing what was demanded of her.”
“Meaning?” I snap.
“Go gentle on her. Please.” His voice is soft. Pleading.
“What are you, her agent?”
“Darian, run along,” Corinne says, sashaying through the doorway, not once looking at me. “Don’t you have some checks to sign?”
His hands land on his hips as he bears down on the woman who dwarfs him. “Since when do I take orders from you?”
Gone is the man who was worried for her well-being only moments ago. Right now, he looks ready to throttle her.
Get in line, buddy.
She scoffs. “The day you came to work as my assistant.”
He laughs without humor. “Quit calling me your assistant. I own this place.”
“Semantics.” She waves him off and he stalks from the room, mumbling about kicking her highness out on her ass.
“You came back,” she says, taking a seat directly across from me.
“There was hardly a choice. You broke me. Now fix me.”
Her hazel eyes—more green than blue—lift into her hairline. “Broke you how, exactly?” She places her hands on top of the table, looking more like a shrink than a medium in this moment.
“Don’t play coy with me. We touched. You zapped me. And now I see ghosts.”
Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open, but she quickly snaps her lips together and plasters on a feigned expression of boredom.
“Ghosts?”
“Well, ghost,” I correct. “Just one very annoying man-child who has an affinity for insulting me.”
“Riiight,” she drawls. “Look. I don’t know why you’re hallucinating—”
“I’m not,” I say, cutting her off. “And something tells me you already know that.”
“As I was about to say... I can try to tap into your energy to see if I can uncover what’s happening with you.”
My eyelids close to near slits as I inspect Corinne. She’s up to something. I have no idea what, but I know it. Every hair on the back of my neck is standing on end, and that pesky voice inside my head whispers not to trust her.
“What are you up to?”
