The Ghost Hunter by Lori Brighton

Author:Lori Brighton [Brighton, Lori]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B0042P5GOO
Publisher: Unknown
Published: 2010-09-11T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Cristian strolled around Ashley’s room, studying the place for portals. It was obvious she hadn’t the slightest desire to be stuck in this small space with him. She’d made sure to keep her distance. Too fucking bad for her. The woman had brought back to life the one man who wanted him dead, and in the process she’d opened a portal. A portal only he had the power to close. Betrayed by woman. Ironic that Devon would turn another female against him.

He knew Rose had told her the truth about who he was. He’d known the moment she’d meekly arrived, politely asking him for help. Even now she was sitting on the edge of her bed, watching him as if she expected him to sprout wings and a halo. He’d rather have her angry and annoyed. Where was the woman who mocked him? Who fought him? Who drove him mad?

He snapped the curtains together, blocking out rays from the quickly fading sun. Steeling himself, he faced her. It was odd being here in these tight quarters that held her scent. For some reason the chamber seemed smaller, or he seemed larger. Following Rose’s advice, he’d settled a few candles around the room to help harness their powers and concentration. He felt like he was trying to seduce the woman. All he needed were some bad eighties ballads and he’d be set.

“Rose is ready. They’ve surrounded the house with a protective spell and are holding it steady while we perform the ritual,” he said, more to cover the awkward silence than to impart information.

Ritual. He knew the word sounded creepy, like they were going to sacrifice a goat, or a virgin. Hopefully she was neither.

She stood and stuffed her hands into her back pockets, looking unsure and nervous. “So then, what now?”

“Now, we get to work.” He moved to the middle of the floor where a white candle burned brightly. “Sit,” he ordered with a nod.

She glared at him, apparently annoyed with his commanding tone, but settled on the throw carpet without comment. He was thrilled to see his exalted position hadn’t influenced her as much as he’d thought.

With the candle, a stone bowl full of herbs and Cristian’s sword between them, it felt like they were attending the last supper. “Give me yer hands.”

She swallowed hard and slipped her hands into his. Her smooth skin moved over his calloused palms. The contrast was damned near erotic. Shivers raised the fine hairs on his skin. He silently cursed his reaction. When the hell had he lost control over his own body?

“Let’s get started,” he snapped out like a military captain giving orders. His grip tightened on hers, making sure she was paying attention. “They’ll try to scare us, frighten us into giving up, we can’t.”

She shrugged, unease flickering in her hazel gaze. “All right.”

But he could tell she wasn’t taking this seriously, hadn’t a clue what could happen. She would soon enough. “Ready?” He didn’t wait for her response, but closed his eyes and started mumbling Latin.

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