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“Grant!” Janice snapped.
“Huh?” Grant blinked and realized everyone was staring at him.
So caught up in whatever he was feeling from the staircase, he’d wandered from behind the camera and right into the shot.
Myrna’s brow was pinched as if she was annoyed, but she kept on smiling politely. Cary and Finn were concerned and equally curious, certainly knowing that Grant must have heard or felt something to be so careless. Of course, nothing could be said with so many witnesses.
Especially Janice.
“Sorry!” Grant backed up quickly until he was back behind the camera. “Sorry about that, everybody.”
No one seemed particularly upset except Janice, and Mack turned his head so he could catch Grant’s eyes and mouth, “Are you okay?”
Mack knew. He was the only one on the television crew who did, and so he was also keenly aware that something had to have happened for Grant to wander into the frame like that.
“I’m fine.” Grant nodded at Mack and smiled appreciatively. He reached up to touch his face, startled to find he was sweating.
Shit.
What the fuck was up with that staircase?
Janice glared at Grant hatefully one final time before turning a more benign smile toward Cary and Finn. “We’re still rolling. Can we reset from Finn asking about the morgue?”
“Sure, sure. No problem.” Finn cleared his throat. “So, uh, yes. Mrs. Delgado-Charles—”
“It’sMiss, and please, call me Myrna,” Myrna insisted.
“Right, Myrna, could you please tell us about the morgue entrance?” Finn asked. “It’s just around from these stairs, yes?”
“Yes!” Myrna replied with an adoring smile. “Just over here through that door. It looks like a closet, but…”
Grant caught himself zoning out again, and he took a few conscious steps away from the staircase. It looked harmless enough, but he couldn’t escape the weird thrum of pulsing energy that was coming off of it. He wanted to leave and go find Aurora and Bachata so he could at least tell someone else what happened, but he knew Finn and Cary wanted him to be here for the tour.
He took a few more steps back and shrieked—
Someone had just pinched his ass!
But when he turned around to see who grabbed him…
There was no one there.
CHAPTER2
Huck
“Every single time,” Precipitation whined loudly. “The poor bride, blah blahfuckingblah! It never occurs to them that I’m actually a man in a dress. Not once! Not fucking once do they ever wonder why I have a damnbeard! Do I look fantastic? Yes. Do I manage to make this high-collared ivory travesty elegant and dare I say even sensual?Yes. But am I a woman? No!”
“Yup. It’s just terrible.” Huck sighed. “So very terrible.”
“God, how I hate her. Beelzebub’s concubine. Vile festering whore of Lucifer. That absolutebitch.”
“Wait, what bitch? Myrna?”
“No! My sister! The one who murdered me over a hundred years ago!”
“Right, right.Thatbitch. Got it.”
“At least no one remembers her. Ha! It is sort of satisfying that they only talk about me… but still! I heard one woman say that she thought I was wearing a veil! A fuckingveil, can you believe it?”
