A Tassamara Box Set by Sarah Wynde

Author:Sarah Wynde
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rozelle Press

Chapter Thirteen

Dillon spent a miserable night pacing the corridors of the train, which had finally started moving again.

When he stood still for long enough, tiny crystals of frost formed on the windows from all the energy he was stealing from the atmosphere because of his anxiety and stress.

Akira perceived ghosts who were beginning to overload with energy as having flickering pink edges. Like red auras, he’d once asked her, and she’d agreed that it was something like that. He couldn’t see it himself but he suspected that if Akira were here, she’d tell him that he’d started to flicker and to cut it out.

He knew he could make it stop if he could calm down and quit worrying. But his thoughts were on a relentless track of circular paranoia. What if Lydia was dead? What if the train was delayed? What if Rachel missed her bus? What if the next bus wasn’t until the next day? Where would Rachel spend the night? What if she got caught? Worse, what if she really got kidnapped? Even worse, what if she ran into a serial killer like Sylvie had?

He’d hit that point of the circle and tell himself that he was being ridiculous and stupid and he needed to quit worrying about things that he couldn’t control. And then he’d remember that as a ghost he couldn’t control much of anything, and he’d start worrying again.

But if he didn’t calm down, he might be in big trouble.

Flickering was dangerous.

A ghost who took in too much energy could become what Akira called a vortex ghost. That had happened to his gran. When she’d died from a stroke, just three days after his deadly overdose, her despair and grief had left her trapped in a nether state, lost in some sort of energy sea. Desperately seeking a way out and unaware of the physical world, she became deadly to humans who were sensitive to the energy, such as Akira, and to ghosts. Dillon had been lucky his gran hadn’t inadvertently destroyed him.

In the void, his gran had been able to see the auras of living humans. She’d grabbed Akira’s iridescent blue aura and held on for dear life. Death. Whatever. In doing so, she’d pulled Akira’s soul right out of her body. It hadn’t been on purpose, though. It was just what happened to a ghost who’d lost control.

Dillon didn’t want it to happen to him.

And all he needed to do to prevent it was relax.

Relax, relax, relax.

Would the night never end?

But dawn finally came and then daylight and the train trudged on, wending its way through South Carolina and Georgia and into Florida and finally, right on time, depositing Rachel in Palatka.

Dillon felt enormously relieved to be back in Florida. The yellow brick and red roof of the train station, the occasional palm tree, the dry grass, it all felt like home to him. And Rachel was almost to safety. Soon he could stop worrying.

The bus would arrive in twenty-five minutes. And then from Palatka to Tassamara was about an hour.

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