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“Thom?” He was standing at the center of the open gateway and glanced over his shoulder at me as I came up behind him, his brows knitting slightly.  “What’s the matter?” I shook my head slightly, pressing myself against his … Continue reading →

We sat together in companionable silence for a few long moments before the door swung open. Cameron startled slightly at the sight of me, blinking rapidly as he shrugged out of his jacket. “I didn’t expect to find you here, … Continue reading →

“You look like you’re in a piss-poor mood,” Neve said as I slipped into the space she shared with Cameron. She set the book she’d been reading down and canted her head to one side, slowly drawing her good knee … Continue reading →

“I don’t like it,” J.T. murmured as I caught up with him.  “It feels wrong.  The ghosts are restless, too.” “Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me.”  I exhaled quietly, shaking my head as I fell into step with him.  “The monsters, … Continue reading →

Thom squeezed me tighter and I exhaled a shaky breath as I buried my face against his neck, reveling in the warmth of his embrace. “We’ll find a way,” he said quietly, as if he could hear what I was … Continue reading →

I had to take that deep, steadying breath before I dared continue.  Thom wrapped an arm around my shoulders and squeezed me tight against his side.  It took everything I had not to just bury my face in his shoulder … Continue reading →

“What’s the matter, Thom?” I hadn’t even turned to look at him.  We’d known they were coming—he and the rest.  J.T. and I had decided that they’d show up inside of an hour after we’d been gone for the first … Continue reading →

“Don’t let them bother you, get you tied up in knots,” Phelan said after a moment of silence punctuated only by the sound of their boots in the snow.  “They’re just a part of your existence.” “Yeah, I accepted that … Continue reading →

“Hell,” Thom breathed, shaking his head and pressing long fingers to his temples.  “This is the last thing we need.” Their breath steamed in the air as he and Phelan trudged out toward the barrow—J.T. and Marin were still out … Continue reading →

“Monsters,” Thom echoed.  “What the hell are you talking about?” Phelan held up a hand.  “You said to the west.” Gwilym’s gaze bounced between the pair before he swallowed, nodding in answer to both questions.  “Yes, monsters, yes, in the … Continue reading →