One Grave at a Time by Jeaniene Frose

Author:Jeaniene Frose
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2011-08-30T04:00:00+00:00

Twenty-two

On October 14, while all of us were in the family room watching a movie to break up the monotony of more fruitless waiting, my new cell phone finally vibrated with a text. I almost leapt up from the couch to read it, praying it wouldn’t be a wrong number, then let out a whoop.

“Elisabeth sent over an address! Let’s move.”

Bones was already on his feet, Spade and Denise following suit, but Ian shot me a piqued look.

“You don’t mean all of us, do you? The movie’s not over.”

“You’ve seen this one before,” I replied in disbelief.

He shrugged. “Watching Snape make fun of Harry is my favorite part.”

“Let him stay,” Bones stated. “He can watch over Tyler while we’re gone. You can rouse yourself to do that if need be, right, mate?”

Ian’s mouth curled at the heavy irony in Bones’s voice. “Probably.”

“I’m not going?” Tyler sounded disappointed, but his thoughts indicated otherwise. Ian, watching over me? Finally, this situation’s looking up!

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, Tyler, you’re staying here with Ian. Try not to let it upset you too much.”

It won’t, he thought, but said, “I’ll manage,” so mildly that Bones let out a snort.

I went to the refrigerator and grabbed multiple packets of sage, handing them out to Spade, Denise, and Bones. It felt weird to be loading up on plants instead of silver before a potentially dangerous situation.

My mother marched over, holding out her hand with a challenging glint in her eye. “You’re not expecting me to stay behind, too, are you?”

“Um . . .” I hedged.

Actually, I had, thinking that Tyler would do better with my mom here to protect him if by chance Kramer showed up. Hell, if the ghost attacked during the climactic scene with Snape, Harry, and Dumbledore, Ian might not even stop watching the movie to heal any mortal injuries the medium received.

“Tyler would feel safer with both of you,” I began.

“The hell I would,” Tyler cut me off, glaring. Cock-blocker! rang across my mind.

If I’d still been human, my cheeks would’ve been flaming. I’d been called a lot of names in my day, but never that one before.

“Fine,” I gritted out, hoping Tyler’s horniness wouldn’t end up being the death of him. “Mom, you’re coming. Here’s some sage.”

She took it almost in surprise, like she’d been expecting me to argue. I wanted to, but between Tyler’s mental berating and the fact that I didn’t want to leave my mother with only Ian to protect her if Kramer showed up, kept me quiet.

Next I passed out lighters until everyone had several. Then I went to get the final protection against a possible spectral attack: Helsing, who gave me a baleful look when I hustled him into his carrier.

Sage, lighters, and a pissed-off kitty might not look like the most conventional ghost-busting arsenal, but so far, they’d proven to be the most effective.

Elisabeth and Fabian flew into our car even before Bones had it in park.

“You must hurry, he just left!” she said, her accent even thicker with her agitation.

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