Haunted (Miranda's Quickies Book 1) by Miranda Bailey

Author:Miranda Bailey [Bailey, Miranda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-10-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

One Year Later…

The lights of New Orleans glittered beneath a black sky, and I looked over at my grandmother with happiness. “I’m glad we came here, Gran.”

She grinned back at me and I could swear I saw her form shimmer. A form that was so similar to mine, right down to the eyes. “It’s supposed to be the best place in the world for our kind.”

“It’s a town made for our kind, isn’t it?” We both hovered on park bench, as the tour guide for the haunted tour of Marie Leveau’s tomb gathered up her latest group. We’d spent most of the last few hours following the tour guides around the city as they delighted tourists with lude and lascivious tales of the bawdy past New Orleans, Louisiana was famous for. We’d passed more than our fair share of ghosts as we trundled along, full of teenaged giggles, with none of the tourists, or the guides, aware of just how haunted the city actually was.

“It surely is, my dear.” Beau sat down between us, a box from the most famous beignet shop in the state in his lap. “Now, ladies, here is your treat.”

“Oh, those are so good! It’s a good thing we’re ghosts, or we’d gain so much weight!” Gran took the box, Beau’s thighs pressed against ours to give us form.

A couple of people looked at us quizzically, unsure of where we’d come from suddenly, but looked away. People were generally too polite to stare at us when we suddenly materialized, for too long. They’d dismiss our sudden appearance as a trick of the light, or a problem with their eyesight. That made life easier.

“I do wish I could change out of this dress, though.” I grumbled as I bit into piping hot goodness and tried not to inhale. The mound of powdered sugar would suck straight into my throat and choke me if I did. There was a technique to eating the rectangular donuts, and I’d learned that the hard way. Don’t inhale on the first bite!

“At least you’re wearing something nice!” Gran protested from the other side of Beau. “I’m stuck in this house dress and head scarf for eternity.”

I looked over at Gran in her pastel dress, a knee-length boxy thing with snaps and large pockets around her hips, and the green bandana she’d put over her hair before she’d died. She’d been drawn out of the house by the vampire that had killed her, enthralled by his call, as she’d prepared for bed. “You’re right, Gran.”

I could change into something else when Beau touched me, but as soon as he let go, I went back to the dress and heels I had on when I died. The same hairstyle too. It could be annoying, especially when all I wanted to do was put on some comfy pajamas and watch tv for the night.

I finished my beignet and looked around. “So, what’s next on the agenda?”

“I’m heading off to meet, Andre.” Gail my grandmother said, and looked away.

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