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I’m sinking, the heavy weight on my chest pushing me deeper into the gloom, until my throat burns and my vision swims, and I’m lost forever—
It’s only then that I begin to scream…
My eyes fly open. All I see is red and gold and a terrible roaring fire, the same shade as my prom dress.
For a moment, I don’t know where I am, but then it all comes back to me.
I’m in the honeymoon suite at the Bridgemont. I’m not in the living room with my murdered parents. I’m not at prom with a werewolf. I’m perfectly fine, and—
And the heavy, leaden weight bearing down on my chest, holding me underwater, isstill here.
“Argh!” I yell.
This isn’t right. I can’t see anything. It must be the ghost. The ghost has me.
I try to reach for my knife, which is nonsense because knives are useless against ghosts, but I’m not exactly thinking straight. The ghost shoves me into the bed so hard that I can’t twist my arms behind me anyway.
Instead, I grab the ghost and try to fling it off. It feels oddly warm and…corporeal. It won’t budge. I look down in horror and see…
Brooks’s arm draped across my chest.
Fuck.
I turn to the side, and there, right up in my face, is a very serene, sleeping Brooks, his arm casually draped over me, tugging me against his body as he spoons me.
The fuck?
“Argh!” I yell again.
“Fuck!” Brooks’s eyes fly open. “Lily, what’s wrong?”
“You asshole.” I whomp him in the face with a pillow. “What did you do? Why are we snuggling? You were supposed to stay on your side of the bed.”
“Me? You were the one who inched over here in the middle of the night. I had to hold you like this so you’d stop drooling on my shoulder.”
“Hah, now I know you’re bullshitting. I don’t drool—”
BANG.
Brooks and I fly apart as the door bursts open. Jackson rushes in, his green eyes dark with fright. Orion is right on his heels, his long hair stuck to his face. He doesn’t look like he’s had much sleep, either.
“Are you okay?” Jackson races toward me.
I hold up a hand, but it’s then that I remember that I’m hanging out the side of this ridiculous bed, and the action of raising my arm lifts the hem of my T-shirt farther up my leg.
Jackson’s eyes bug out a little as he traces the line of my hip.
I yank the cover over myself. With my other foot, I kick Brooks, who’s glaring at his brothers.
“You broke the lock,” he says with a sigh. “What is wrong with you?”
“Lily, we heard you screaming.” Orion’s voice trembles. “Did something come for you?”
“No, your brother just doesn’t know the meaning of personal space.”
“You crawled undermyarm, princess,” Brooks drawls. “I kept moving away, but you chased me all around the bed.”
“That’s not how it went down.” My cheeks flare with heat.
