Taken at Dusk by C. C. Hunter

Author:C. C. Hunter [Hunter, C. C.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2012-04-10T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

As soon as they crossed into the grounds of the Fallen Cemetery, a big gust of wind slammed the gate shut behind them.

Kylie started. Della jumped and growled, exposing her elongated canines. Burnett didn’t move, but his eyes glowed a bright yellow.

“Don’t worry,” he muttered. “I can knock the gate down if I have to.”

Della looked at Kylie. “I do not see why you feel compelled to do this.”

Kylie looked from Della to Burnett. “Can I have some space? I need it to communicate with them.”

She hated having to lie, but she hoped the offer of space would alleviate the hardship of their having to accompany her into the graveyard. She knew they didn’t want to be here. It seemed crazy, but supernaturals hated all things related to ghosts. At least maybe the coldness she always felt when a ghost was present wouldn’t bite into them the way she knew it would take a chomp out of her.

“Yes, go ahead, but don’t go so far that we can’t see you,” said Burnett.

Considering that Kylie had yet to tell Burnett about Miranda’s “little feeling,” she didn’t mind him keeping a close visual on her. Not that right now she worried about Mario and his grandson. Right now, it was the whispered voices Kylie heard that concerned her.

Looking at the graveled paths between row after row of graves, she let her eyes shift from tombstone to tombstone, hoping one of them would call out to her. Some graves had small concrete or marble markers with just names and dates inscribed on them. Others were ornate statues. Some looked new; others were painted with mold and time. Some had vines clinging to the arms and legs of angel and saintlike figures, as if trying to claim them from deep beneath the earth where only the dead lived.

She couldn’t see any of the ghosts yet, but she could hear them. They all talked at once. Chattering. Like two or three radios left on at the same time, but with tons of static. If they were speaking to one another or to her, she wasn’t sure.

Some of the voices felt as if they were a block away, others felt as if their owners stood so close that Kylie could touch them if she moved her hand. Not that she wanted to touch them. Their cold already surrounded her, reaching for her like hands trying to warm themselves against a fire.

Kylie realized in a way that was what she was to them. She was like a fire, something that drew them. She was life. Probably the only life that they had been able to feel in a long time. Or maybe the only life that could feel them.

Footsteps sounded and Kylie looked to her right down the opposite path. An old man, his cane in his hand, shuffled between the row of grave sites. For a second, Kylie didn’t know to which world he belonged.

But then she noticed Burnett and Della twitching their brows at him.

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