“I’m done sitting on the sidelines while my friends get attacked over and over again.”
My eye twitched. Ezra had gotten to her. Maybe I should kick him in the nuts. Rebecca was not a coward for protecting her peace. “You have nothing to prove.”
“I know that.”
I didn’t have time to psych my friend. I nodded in acceptance. She was wise enough to make her own decisions. She hurried out of the room to get dressed while everyone else prepared to leave.
“We’ll grab the cars,” Hudson said.
“Can’t you just appear?” Liz said with a snap of her fingers.
“Doesn’t work like that. I can follow death and the devil.” Teleportation powers… with boundaries.
Hudson and Dave took off, and we followed behind, Harry looking downward with a confused expression at the thuds his feet made as we hurried down the stairs. We found a gaggle of ghosts waiting for us at the bottom, and I gritted my teeth.Oh, boy.
A freckled red-headed guy who must have been in thirties when he passed hovered closer, glancing at Harry over my shoulder. “How does it feel?” he asked.
“Heavy,” Harry replied. “Tired.” He sounded it too.
“Maybe you should stay here.”
He frowned and shook his head. “Absolutely not.”
Ugh, everyone was all about pushing boundaries today. The redheaded guy threw a punch at my face, and I instinctively flung my hand out to protect myself from a ghost. Classic.
My palm met flesh, and the man solidified before my eyes. “Oh shit. It worked,” he whispered.
The spirits behind him pushed forward, and I stumbled back. Liz, Dayna, and Rebecca moved in front of me.
The redheaded guy turned his hand in front of his face with fascination.
“Do you have a hankering for steak?” Harry asked from behind me.
The redheaded guy licked his lips. “I’m not sure. Why?”
“Trying to discern if I’m a zombie or hungry.”
“Don’t zombies need brains?” someone shouted.
“I don’t want to be a zombie,” someone else cried. “Count me out.”
An army of terrified zombies. That was totally what we needed.
“Can you make us solid without the scare?” another asked.
“We don’t have time for this,” Rebecca snapped. “The town is under attack. Miss Roberts will take applications for non-zombie solidness when we return.”
My friends and family forged a path to the front door, clearing it of spirits as they went. Harry took up the rear, and I think he growled once or twice at a stray hand. He’s been hanging around Hudson too much.
Ezra jogged up the driveway. “What’s happening?”
“Stay here and guard the house,” Rebecca ordered.
“Are you staying too?” Instead of answering, she slid her ass into the back of the waiting SUV and slammed the door closed. “Fuck that,” he snapped before jumping in the front passenger side. I could hear Rebecca’s groan from here. Guess we had one more shifter coming with us.
Hudson’s SUV skidded to a stop in front of me. Harry and Liz climbed in the back and I in the front, and then we were heading into town.
“I have the emergency supplies we organized in the trunk,” Hudson reminded us.
