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“Rosemont?” Brooks’s lips tighten. “Why does that name sound so familiar?”

“Maybe because over fifty witches were burned at the stake there in the 1600s,” Becka supplies. “It’s rumored that their ghosts haunt the town to this day.”

“Couldn’t Joel have hidden out in Hawaii or something?” Jackson grumbles, and I can’t help but agree with him.

Of course Joel would choose one of the most haunted towns in the United States as his hideout.

Of fucking course.

But we don’t have a choice. We need to find Joel before the deadline expires, or Brooks will pay the price.

So we’ll travel to this Rosemont, deal with the angry witch ghosts, find the hotel owner, and then send him kicking and screaming back to Freddie.

And maybe, just maybe, while I’m there, I’ll find answers about my parents. About what I did to Orion. About Levi.

Rosemont, Connecticut, here we come.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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