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Why? She didn’t know, but their relationship eventually cascaded into a whirlwind romance. Her first love. Only to be rejected.
Imagine that. A ghost falling in love with the living. They’d even had ghost sex a few times. Very hot. So when Cimil had offered to bring her back to life, Sky thought it meant being with Damien for real. But no. He said he couldn’t risk harming her due to his whole evil-twin situation.
It hurt. It truly did. And to make matters worse, it turned out the Cimil had decided to bring back Damien’s first love, too.What the hell, Cimil? What the hell?
The door flew open, and Amelia stared up. “No. Is it? Did you? It worked?”
Sky nodded. “It’s really me.”
“I don’t believe it.” Amelia covered her mouth. “You don’t look anything like my sister.”
“When I was eight, I took your favorite doll, Princess Bakes-a-Lot, without asking, and when you tried to take her back, we fought. You hit me in the eyebrow with her tiny frying pan, and blood went everywhere. Left a small scar, too. Not that I have it anymore.” Sky pointed to her right brow.
“Ohmygod. It’s you. Sky!” She flung herself into Sky’s arms.
“I’m sorry about how we fought last time,” Amelia said as they walked along the beach, where Miguel played in the waves, splashing and diving. It was good to see him acting like a kid after everything they’d been through—upping and leaving their home, his aunt dying and coming back as a ghost. And then returning as a blonde in a new body. Very weird.
“I understand why you were worried,” Sky said, “but I felt like I didn’t have much to lose. Being a ghost is no fun.”
“Yeah, but you were really amazing at it. The way you drove cars and mastered a cell phone. Pretty cool.”
Cimil had helped her learn a few tricks. But little did Sky know, everything Cimil did came with a price.
“So? How do you feel?” Amelia asked. “I mean, wow. That’s quite a new shell you’ve got.”
“I don’t know.” Sky sighed. “Part of me is disgusted by what those traffickers were doing—torturing all those supernatural creatures to harvest stem cells. On the other hand, they figured out how to grow new immortal bodies with all that stuff.” Sky was here in a new body because of them, sort of a lemonade situation.
Cimil had told Sky that the main lab for SBP (Supernatural Body Parts) was going to be burned to the ground. It wouldn’t stop their gruesome work, but it would slow them down for a while. Either way, their facilities had had two new bodies ready for new owners. Cimil had offered one to Sky.
“Don’t let those creatures die in vain,” Cimil had said and then assured Sky that the body would feel like a regular human, though at the cellular level, it was something entirely different. Shifter, fairy, goblin, and whatever else SBP used for stem cells. What did that make Sky? Hell if she knew.
“I’m glad to have you back,” Amelia said. “Even if you look like Malibu Barbie.”
Sky looked down at her chest. “A little flat for Barbie, but I’m glad to be back, too.”
“So, do you know what you’ll do next?” Amelia asked.
“That’s what I want to talk about. I have to work for Damien. It’s part of the deal.” Something Sky fully intended to get out of. No way would she work side by side with the man she loved and Willa. Sky had seen the way he looked at Willa after being brought back. He still loved her.
“Okay. And?” Amelia asked.
“I want to take down the governor and all his rich friends who backed SBP and trafficked those women.” They were being used as test subjects. Then there were the poor creatures who’d been carved up like tiny turkeys while still alive.
“You want to pick up where you left off with the story?” Amelia asked.
“Yes.” Sky didn’t want to let this second chance be wasted.
“But what about Miguel and me? They think you’re dead, but if you start publishing again, they’ll think I’m behind it, using your notes or something.”
Amelia was right. “What if I can come up with a way to remove you from the situation completely?”
“I’m listening.”
“Just promise that no matter what happens, you won’t tell Damien.”
“I don’t talk to the man, but why would you be worried?” Amelia asked.
“He’s not going to like what I’m planning.”
