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A helpless gargle left me. “There’s already a target on my back for dating both of you, and you know word is going to get out about Benji. Now this? Not helping.”
“Oh.” Cassian’s bulged out. Understanding. “No! No, no, no.” He stumbled backward until he hit the wall. “No.” All the blood drained from him.
Alarmed, I realized, “He thinks I’m dead. Tell him I’m not dead.” Wait. “I’m not dead, am I?”
“No,” he said to me as he held an arm out toward Cassian. “You’re not dead. She’s not dead.”
“But she’s here?” Cassian began looking for me.
Lee touched me, his hand curving around my shoulder. “She’s here. A ghost—” He frowned at me. “How did Sabine get in your body?”
“Wait.” Cassian was scratching at his forehead. “Who’s Sabine again?”
“A ghost from the school.”
“The girl ghost. Not the library ghost,” I added.
Lee said, “He can’t hear you.”
I smacked him on the arm. “You can relay what I said. It might calm him down a little.”
Lee continued to frown at me.
“Lee!”
He sighed. “I’d rather know how Sabine got in your body.”
“Um.” This was embarrassing. I told him how she tricked me.
“Cole, baby.”
“What? What are you babying her about? What’s she saying?”
Lee sighed again. “Nothing.”
“Don’t,” Cassian hissed. “Don’t placate me. I can’t see her. It’s driving me nuts that I can’t see her. It drove you nuts not knowing what was going on earlier at school. Remember that?”
Lee bit back, “Yeah. I don’t remember you being so forthcoming then either.”
“I was trying to get a handle on it.”
“You weren’t letting me know what was going on. Fair play’s a bitch, huh?”
Oh, God. They were fighting about me. “Guys.” Cassian couldn’t hear me. I stuck my hand through his chest anyway. “Stop. Please.” My other hand extended toward Lee’s, and he caught it.
He tugged me out of Cassian’s chest. “We don’t have time for this. We need to know where Sabine is going. You said she was being weird this week. What was going on with her?”
“Uh…” I cringed. “I don’t know. Shelton—Shelton!” I perked up. “We have to go to school. Shelton wanted to warn me about Sabine before, but she must’ve said something to quiet him. She was worked up about The Witching Line.”
“Fuck. I forgot about that. That’s still happening.”
Cassian was looking from Lee to the air in front of Lee and back again. He burst out, his arms in the air, “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING? I feel like this could be a metaphor for our relationship moving forward. If so, clear communication is the only way we can stay together.”
“Cassian,” Lee started.
He lashed out, “Clear. Communication.”
Poof!
