Darkest Hour (The Lockman Chronicles Book 3) by Rob Cornell

Author:Rob Cornell [Cornell, Rob]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Paradox Publications
Published: 2012-01-12T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

THIS TIME THEY sent the ghost.

He loomed over Kate as her eyes fluttered open. His glowing face floated only inches from hers. She imagined he meant to scare her, but she managed to close her throat before she screamed and kept as stoic a face as possible while her senses returned after the pixie dust coma Mica put her in...again.

The ghost named Thom smiled. “Here’s where I say boo.”

Like with Mica, Kate mentally shoved at the ghost.

He didn’t budge. That’s when she realized not just his face hovered above her. His whole body floated in the air about six inches over hers. He quirked an eyebrow. “Neat trick, huh?”

A deep cold oozed through Kate. Goosebumps covered her skin. The memory of another ghost invaded her mind. That was why they sent in Thom. And why he had been the first to interrogate her. They somehow knew about her experience with the ghost who had possessed her. They were using her fear of that encounter against her.

She wouldn’t let them.

“I don’t know what you want, but you better back off before I make you.”

“I’m only here to make sure you don’t put anymore holes in the walls.”

She tried again to push at him with her mind and got nothing. Her power was gone. Had they somehow taken it? Then why send the ghost. No. She hadn’t lost her power.

She lifted her arm, the one that used to be wounded but now only showed the faintest hint of a scar. While she had slept, someone had removed the tattered bandaged.

No more blood.

“You don’t have to fight us,” Thom said. “As Mica tried to explain, we’re on the same team.”

“A team that kills its own members.”

He made a face as if she had told the world’s worst joke. “Nobody killed you. Are you dead right now? Are you even a ghost?” He floated away from her, tilted back, and gently eased down so that he stood, or appeared to stand, on the floor beside her bed. “We took you on a trip to the other side. It was the only way to do it.”

Now that the ghost wasn’t right over her, the cold dissipated some, though she could still feel it emanating from him like winter air through a cracked door. The room smelled like the first hour after a fresh snow. “Do what?”

“Wake up the stuff that you threw at poor Mica.” He crossed his translucent arms. “You know, I’ve never seen Mica scared like that. And, as a ghost, I know fear.”

“Is that your sole purpose?” Kate asked. “To scare?”

He hitched a ghostly shoulder. “If Mr. Kress hadn’t taken me in, probably. He’s given my ‘tween life meaning.”

Despite the cold and the anger still simmering in her, Kate couldn’t deny her curiosity. She propped herself up on her elbows. “What’s a ‘tween life?”

“The closest thing to a name my kind of existence has. It’s not life. Not death. Just somewhere in between. ‘Tween.”

He sounded sad. Kate caught herself feeling sorry for him.

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