Ghost at the Feast (The Nightwatch Book 3) by Debbie Cassidy

Author:Debbie Cassidy [Cassidy, Debbie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Two days searching for the harpies and no joy. They must have left town. Tris hovered while I sat on the edge of my bed, head in hands, going over how the washroom incident could have gone down differently. Instead, we’d ended up with a body in need of disposal and a smashed window. The ass, Max, hadn’t stopped harping on about that one. Ha. Harping.

The temperature dropped, and Philip materialized in the center of my bedroom.

“Any luck?”

“I’m sorry. Nothing.”

“Fuck.”

“You want us to do another sweep?” Philip asked.

They’d done three already. “No. That’s fine. Thank you.”

He glanced at the wall behind me. “New occupant?”

“Trust me, Philip, you do not want to mess with Bres. I doubt he’ll be as accommodating if you try perving at him in the shower.”

Bres in the shower, now that was a pretty picture.

“Chickie,” Tris said. “You have a little drool …” She indicated the corner of her mouth.

I shot her a shut-it look.

“Now you have me intrigued,” Philip said. He floated right through the wall and was gone.

Bres had taken Henri’s chamber next door to mine. It was weird having him so close. No, not weird, it was comforting.

A muted bellow followed Philip’s exit, and then the specter was back, eyes wide. “My god.” He floated hand on heart with a creepy smile on his face.

“Okay, you’re freaking me out. Piss off.”

Philip winked and vanished. The temperature went back up, and my stress levels came back online.

“Calm down,” Tris said. “You guys have searched everywhere. If the harpies were still in Scorchwood, we would have found them. Stressing out won’t help.”

“I know, but it seems wholly appropriate right now. I just … I just need to know how she knew the shimmer man. He’s up to something. He’s back somehow, and we don’t have enough information to prepare for his attack, so yeah, stressing is just the ticket.”

“So, we wait,” Tris said. “I’ve made a note in the journal of everything that’s happened so far. We can go over the details later. But first …” She took my hand and pulled me to my feet. “First, we put up the decorations.”

I shook my head. “Stressing, remember. No time for festive cheer. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m not in the mood.”

She stood, hands on hips. “Nonsense. You’ve been working nonstop the past two days scouring the town. The harpies are gone. There is nothing we can do about the shimmer man right now. But Yuletide is less than a week away. What we can do is add a little cheer to this mansion and be thankful for what we do have.”

The anxiety churning inside my chest ebbed a little. Maybe stressing could be put on hold. “And what do we have?”

She smiled softly. “Each other.” She placed her tiny hand over mine. “We have each other, chickie.”

“You’re a soppy thing, you know that?” But she was also right.

The harpies were gone. There had been no more incidences in the town. No more messages from the shimmer man.

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