Page 29 of Haunted Spurs

God... I could pass out right here, right now.

"Selene?"

I jump, nearly throwing my phone into the air.

I snap my head up. Indya and Carolina are staring at me.

"Do you have something you want to share with the class?" Carolina probes, her eyes shining with pure, lethal female curiosity.

"N-no," I stammer, hastily clearing my throat and trying to reinstate my icy shield of apathy.

"Hmm..." Indya murmurs, tilting her head with a sly smirk. "And yet it seems to me like you just went from a classic Wednesday Addams pale to... a blushing, prudish maiden."

I roll my eyes as hard as humanly possible, praying the darkness of the living room hides the level of damage on my face. "The... wine," I lie shamelessly.

Me: Yeah, I can think of a long list of ways I could shut you up. Like gagged, for instance.

New-cowboy: And you know what else is long??

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I scream internally, a cry that is equal parts desperation and pure hormonal hysteria. My mind shatters as I remember his considerable size. He was so... long, thick, veiny.

Definitely different from my ex's pathetic little dick.

Me: Has that one ever worked on anyone?

New-cowboy: I save them all for you, so again, you tell me.

Me: Ahh... how lucky am I.

I lock the screen with a sharp click and press the phone to my chest. I bite my lower lip hard enough to draw blood, fighting desperately to hold back a completely dopey smile, while the killer on the TV screen claims his umpteenth bloody victim.

A blatantly fake cough breaks the atmosphere.

My blood runs cold. My eyes go wide, suddenly hyper-aware of the unnatural silence that has fallen within a three-foot radius of me. I turn around slowly.

And to my utter horror, I realize that my new nosy friends have all clustered together right behind my back, shamelessly snooping on my business.

"Okay..." Carolina starts, her voice dripping with pure, diabolical triumph. "Now that we've established we were spectacularly right, we want the details. Go on."

She crosses her arms under her chest with a satisfied smirk. A vigorous move that pushes her perfectly done fake boobs up, stretching the "Go ahead, stare at my boobs" text on her t-shirt.

HAUNTED SPURS – OFFICIAL INTRO VIDEOS

(Premiering nationwide across the network. Best experienced with the volume cranked up and the lights off.)

LEVI & EMMA

[VIDEO]

Black screen. An amplified heartbeat, then the iconic, sharp bassline of Smooth Criminal tears through the silence.

A white spotlight pierces the darkness. Levi slides into frame with a flawless moonwalk.

He’s wearing his fire-resistant turnout pants and heavy turnout coat, but he moves with unnatural lightness, snapping into place and leaning forward in a perfect, gravity-defying tilt.

From the shadows behind him, Emma emerges. She steps up beside him, and they punch the air in perfect sync with the drumbeat.