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I roll my eyes at Carter as I step out of the car. “But you love horror movies.”
He gets out and lets his door close with a bang. I wince at the sound.
“Can you not slam the doors please? I just got the car fixed after the crash.”
“Sorry,” Carter says, looking vaguely guilty before shrugging at Rachel.
I hold the door open for our mate. She steps out and moves past me to get a closer look at the house. It’s more of a mansion, than a house, really. I suppose it’s possible in place so big that there are rooms somewhere inside that don’t have busted windows or bricks missing from the wall.
“I’ve never seen a place that literally screamed condemned before,” Carter comments as he jumps over the gate.
“You still haven’t,” I tell him. I hate when people pepper the word literally into their speech, and I hate it even more when it’s not even true. Carter knows that. He does it to take the piss.
“What? You can’t hear that?” He shoots me a wry smile. “The wind blowing through those windows, literally screaming the word condemned into the night?”
Rachel laughs, because of course she finds it cute.
“Can you try not to scare the ghosts away with your bullshit?” I ask Carter.
So far, I haven’t seen any, but this place has a foreboding feel to it. I’ve had this feeling of dread before, and it always precedes an encounter I’d rather not have had. Any spirits we find here are unlikely to be of the friendly variety.
“I’ll try,” Carter says. “If you try not to scare them away with your face.”
“Children, behave,” Adrian says with a sigh. “We’re here for a reason, and I don’t want something nasty to sneak up on us while you two are bickering about nonsense.”
“Yes, Dad,” we respond at the same time, making Adrian groan.
“I mean, Alpha,” Carter says. “I’m literally so embarrassed!”
He literally couldn’t care less. I step into the yard next and offer Rachel a hand.
Adrian does the same, and she takes both as she jumps over the low gate.
“Careful, it’s a little rusted,” I tell her, checking the bared skin on her legs for scrapes.
“I don’t think I touched it,” she says.
Her phone buzzes in her purse and everyone jumps.
“Shit, sorry,” she apologizes, taking it out. “This might be … It’s Amanda.”
“Is she bringing Kelly?” Adrian asks.
“Dante’s speaking to her now. She needs to gather supplies before he can go get her and bring her out here,” Rachel tells us. “So, not yet, but soon.”
Adrian’s expression tightens.
He doesn’t like it.
I need to admit, now that we’re here, I don’t, either.
We stare up at the house from the yard, and I can tell there’s something inside that isn’t like the other spirits I’ve met. I try to call on Sara, but nothing happens.
All we can do now is wait.
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Rachel
