My heart thumped, and fire spilled into my veins. “You did not violate me in such a way.”
Rebecca shook her head and uttered a curse.
My back ached with the need to spread my wings and establish my power in my home, and Sebastian’s face sharpened, his vampiric senses picking up on the bigger monster before him.
“We did it for this exact reason.”
“It wasn’t enough to rob me of a part of my life I needed to process, but you had to record the humiliation too?”
“It’s not like that.”
I took a step toward him and jabbed my finger at his chest. He didn’t retreat, but his throat bobbed. “You didn’t record that video to help me; you did it to absolve you of your sins should I learn of your deception. Don’t pretend you made it for any other reason. Delete it.”
“You don’t want to view it?”
“No.”
I glanced over his shoulder at Dayna. “Gather any aunts you can and meet me in my office in ten minutes.”
She nodded and disappeared down the hall into the kitchen. I could smell cabbage rolls, which meant Aunt Sophia was here. I spun and rounded the stairs onto the ground floor, my jaw dropping at the room full of ghosts in front of me. Not remnants, but fully formed spirits who looked confused, but lucid. My wards shouldn’t have allowed this. “How is this happening?”
“They started gathering last night,” Rebecca whispered as she came to stand next to me. “For some reason they were drawn here, and the wards gave them no trouble.”
“Can everyone see them?” I whispered.
“It appears so,” Rebecca replied.
The more that spilled onto earth, the stronger they got, and the flimsier the veil became. Which is why we had this bubbling cauldron of chaos, all thanks to my grandmother. Regardless, I wasn’t running an open house. I frowned and yanked on the magic surrounding my property. It was still there, strong and shimmering with power.
“I don’t understand how they got through.”
Sebastian came to my other side, and I glared at him. I was pissed when I left my room, but now I was furious at the invasion of privacy such a recording had caused.
“Maybe it’s because the daughter of an archangel protects this place and all who live here?”
Harry clapped his hands, demanding their attention. There had to be at least twenty dead folks loitering. “I know you have questions, and once our lovely host has time, she will be along to explain.”
No, I wouldn’t, because I didn’t understand.
A tall woman, who appeared to have been in her twenties when she passed, raised her hand. Harry pointed at her. “Yes, Mabel.”
Trust Harry to already know their names.
“How long will we be safe here?”
“There are things hunting us out there,” another of the ghosts added, pointing to the window. He was an older guy with a receding hairline, dressed in worn jeans and a checkered shirt.
Harry nodded in understanding. “Cora Roberts is the most capable of keeping you safe. As long as I’ve known her, she has been a champion of any supernatural being needing help.”
“Isn’t she The Undertaker?” another ghost guy muttered.
I cringed. I hated that name.
“What do we do in the meantime?” a woman asked.
Harry smiled. “Group activities will help pass the time.”
Save me now.Dayna reappeared with Aunt Liz and Aunt Sophia in tow. That will do. I jerked my head toward the stairs, and they proceeded down to my office. One problem at a time.
