Blurb:The things I see aren’t for the faint of heart.And I am no longer willing to ignore them. Not even when my family, and my best friend, tell me to keep quiet about what’s happening. They say people will think I’m crazy.Maybe I am.But the spirit haunting my professor’s house is definitely trying to tell me something, and I’m the only one who can see it.The one person who can help me is my best friend's brother. But I don’t know if I can trust him or his friends. Or if I can step outside the protective bubble I’ve built around myself.At this point it’s a toss up: the ghosts will kill me or my panic attacks will.Either way, I figure I’m going to die.
Excerpt
Even though I struggled, Damen had a firm grip on my backpack and wasn’t letting go. I was trying to ignore him, but I’d lost momentum and I slipped backward on the laminate floor. He continued to pull me toward him until my back rested against the hardness of his chest.
I could no longer ignore my
predicament. “Damen, what are you
doing? Let me go!”
Perhaps he was more like Titus
than I’d thought, and he needed a dosage of the same deterrent.
He chuckled. “I’m holding you
this way so you can’t escape. And, also, so you can’t attempt any underhanded
tricks.”
“If you mean what I did to Titus,
there was nothing underhanded about that,” I retorted. “It was self-defense.”
This was the worst. He knew—Titus
had tattled on me. And he was angry.
“It was hilarious,” Damen said.
His voice was a purr next to my ear—making it hard for me to focus. “And well
deserved, I will admit. Titus can be overbearing. However, with you, I’d rather
play it safe.”
Who was overbearing now?
“But there’s something else to
discuss first.” His breath was warm against my ear.
I tried to ignore the shivers
that shot down my spine as I focused on his words. “What?”
“How do you know Ms. Protean?” he
asked. “Why would she need to talk to you?”
His questions caught me off
guard, and I turned back to him in confusion. His face was both intense and
worried.
“What does that have to do with
anything?” I asked.
Damen sighed, releasing my
backpack before turning me to face him. I hadn’t realized before now I had
backed up to the end of the narrow aisle and was trapped between the edge of
the bookshelf and his larger frame.
It should have been intimidating.
Instead of being scared, I was only flustered. I couldn’t imagine why, because
the only other person whoever made me feel this way was Finn…
Damen didn’t seem to notice my
discomfort. “Ms. Protean,” he repeated. “What does she want with you?”
What was it to him, anyway? Did
he loathe grandmotherly figures or something? But he seemed so concerned that I
couldn’t get offended at the question. “She said she was going to help me. I
was looking for some information.”
Damen gave me an appraising look.
“Without me?”
Why did he have to seem so smug
about this? It was as if he knew the effect he had on me. I opened my mouth to
respond with something witty—which would probably have been embarrassing
anyway—when the sounds of laughter drifted over from the next row.
The noise shattered the
enchantment that had been cast over us, and my face burst with heat. There was
no question as to how ridiculous we’d look to any passerby. The library was no
place for games!
Damen’s gray eyes glinted
mischievously—he must have had the same realization.
“Damen, let me go,” I hissed at
him. But this only encouraged him, and he smiled, causing my heart to beat
faster. “Someone is going to come down here and see us!”
“Really?” His grin grew wider.
“So it’s all right if we don’t get caught, baby girl? Consider it noted.”
“No!” My mind screamed even
though my words were a hiss. “You can’t play games with students. This is inappropriate.
You are basically a professor.”
“Ah.” He ran his finger down my
cheek. “But you aren’t my student.” His mouth dipped slightly. He tilted his
head as his gaze continued to hold mine. “There’s just something about you.”
“Why are you so annoying?” I
gritted out, trying to save face. Plus, was he kidding me with this? That
sounded like a line from a cheesy romance novel. How many times had that worked
for him in the past?
Finn’s stupid, horny brother. He
could go flirt with someone else. No matter how much I wanted to lean into his
touch, or melt under his scorching gaze—I wanted to poke him in the eyes that
much more. What a quandary.
The sound of my name being called
by a familiar voice saved Damen from getting hit where it hurt.
I tore my attention from Damen as
I glanced in panic at the end of the aisle. This was the worst possible thing
to happen. Finn could not know I was
talking to his brother.
Finn called my name again, closer
now. He was going to find us…
Damen, in the meantime, glanced
over his shoulder—toward the direction of Finn’s voice. He frowned, muttering,
“God, he still sounds like a douchebag. And not an ounce of courtesy, like he
owns the place.” He didn’t seem all that concerned.
“Will you stop saying mean
things?” I couldn’t stop the hysteria. “This is a disaster. Finn can’t find out
I know you!”
“Why?” Damen’s eyes returned to
me, flashing with something new. “Because you think he’d get angry?”
I didn’t think—I knew. And my heart raced at the thought.
There was a note of challenge in
Damen’s voice, but there was something else too. It was almost as if he was
hurt. It made me feel guilty on top of my fear. I had never wanted to hurt his
feelings.
What was wrong with me?
I was just about to apologize,
when he continued speaking—studying my face. “I’ll have you know my little brother doesn’t scare me.”
What did this mean? I was still
trapped at the end of the aisle between him and the bookshelves. Finn could
find us there at any second, and Damen didn’t seem to care. When that happened,
Finn would not only know I had disregarded his wishes, but that I hadn’t
listened to him about the other topic
as well.
Every worst-case scenario flashed
through my mind, and my breathing sped up.
“But he does scare you,” Damen
said suddenly.
I blinked, his words crashing
through my agonized thoughts. I was so fixated on Finn I had completely
forgotten Damen was even there. Watching me.
He didn’t look very happy
either—his face a mask of concern and fury. “Something stupid like this, and
you’re afraid that you might anger him. What did he do to you?”
Oh no. No, no, no.
My eyes widened as I looked up at
him. “I’m not scared,” I explained. “I’m just trying to prevent a
confrontation. Can we leave, please?
Before he finds us?”
Finn called out to me again. He had
to be only seconds away from finding us.
I flinched. We had to move now.
“Liar.” Damen tore his gaze from
mine and grabbed my hand. He seemed to have made up his mind. Stunned at his
sudden action, I ended up just following along.
He pulled me after him, quickly
approaching an opening between the bookcases to an adjacent doorway reserved
for the library staff.
“I’ll help you,” he said, pulling
me behind him. “But rest assured, we will be discussing this later. You deserve
better than this.”
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