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“I do not have a crew.”
“You do now, Greystone.” Amelia slid her mug toward him. “I take it with two sugars and one cream.”
She expected him to prepare her coffee?
“Oh,” she added, “and I need the keys to one of your cars.”
“Is your driving anything like your sister’s?” He finally turned toward her, keeping his eyes glued to her face.
“Way worse.” She held out her hand and smiled.
“How are you so…all right?” Last night she’d found out her sister was dead and the creatures in fairy tales were real.
“I’m not. But I have a son, and if he sees me losing it, he’ll spend all his energy worrying about me. I can’t do that to him.”
“You are a good mother, Amelia. And you do not need to look after my store. It is closed for the time being.”
“Tell that to MF. She says someone should be there to take dress orders.”
Damien was beginning to see that this temporary situation was taking on a life of its own. Perhaps it was he who needed to leave and start over.
After we kill some assholes in Miami, tailor.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The entire flight to Miami, Damien had the urge to take a nap and visit Sky again. Their encounter had been brief—hotbut brief—and now he had questions.
How had she learned to master objects in the physical world so quickly? The cell phone. His car. Him.
Yes, he had been asleep, but he was still of this world, and she’d discovered a way to interact with him.
It seemed unusual for a new ghost to have such skills.
Also suspicious was how she kept dismissing his curse. Sky loved her sister and nephew and would not want anything to happen to them, so did she know something he didn’t?
Not that he believed Sky was up to anything nefarious, but she was a ghost, which meant she had access to other ghosts. Willa, for example?
Very curious.He plucked another peanut from the tiny foil bag on his tray table and slid it into his pocket.
The sound of a fairy chewing followed.Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.If he was lucky, his pocket lining would arrive intact to their destination.
“How much longer?” Bonbon snarled from his carrier beneath the seat ahead.
“Not long.”
“Did you say something?” MF asked from the seat beside him. Gorgonzolina was in the carrier at MF’s feet.
“Just responding to Bonbon,” he said.
“Think you could teach me their language? I’ve been trying to get the hang of it, but they sound like barking Chihuahuas to me.”
“Perhaps because you lost your,” he lowered his voice, “vampire energy.”
“Maybe. But I tell ya, I still don’t feel like my old self. It’s almost like,” she circled her hands in the air, “parts of me are still changed. My hearing, my eyesight, even my libido are the same. I can seriously get it on anytime of day.”
He pressed his hand over his pocket, feeling the fairy trying to wiggle out. “Pet, that was not an invitation.”
“You’re no fun! I’m going to take a poop in your pocket,” she chirped.
