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Case in point, this.

To answer him, Sarah just laughed.

“If I tell you, you wouldn’t believe me, D’Artangnan,” she said, using his real name.

Yeah, and that was off settling enough. It also shut down the question, effectively by freaking him out.

As they walked, Elizabeth said nothing on the trek to the library. Once in it, she sat down on the couch, and Sarah joined her.

“Do you want to do this alone?” Gabby asked.

Elizabeth shook her head.

“No, you guys can stay. I’m good,” she offered, as Ethan sat beside her, and she leaned into his body.

Immediately, his arm went around her shoulders protectively.

The whole time, Elizabeth’s body language said it all.

His wife didn’t like this, and if this woman upset her, he wasn’t going to be nice. The days of being passive in protecting Elizabeth were over.

He was back to being a dick to anyone who offended her. Talking about her mother…that was dangerous territory.

For sure.

Elizabeth was very protective of the dead.

“I’d offer you coffee, but it seems you borrowed Michael’s. So, what can I do for you?” Elizabeth asked.

Sarah had really been trying not to do this. The last thing she liked doing was inserting herself into people’s lives, but this spirit was ANNOYING.

“As I said, your mother needs to speak to you. She’s been relentless for two days. I’ll say her piece, and then, I’ll be out of your hair.”

Elizabeth said nothing.

Why?

Again, people did shitty things to hurt others, and if this was some money grab, she was going to make sure this woman’s life was miserable.

Elizabeth was not playing around. The dead should stay dead and buried. This was rehashing things she didn’t need brought up.

PERIOD.

Sarah could feel the energy coming off of the woman, and it wasn’t good.

“You’re not happy,” Sarah admitted. “I can feel your aura going dark. That normally tells me that someone is ready to punch me in the face.”

She shrugged.

“Well, if you’re here to extort money, or hurt me, I’m going to do far worse. Trust that it won’t end well for you,” she stated. “I don’t dislike psychics, but I know that more are fake than not. I have my own that I speak to when I want to talk to the dead—which I can tell you is not high up on my list of things to do.”

There was a reason for that, but Tori was her personal psychic and bestie. When she called, Elizabeth kind of had no choice but to entertain the messages.

And if Trey came a haunting…

She made Tori recall him back to her neck of the woods.

For.