Somewhere around six a.m., Giselle floated down from the ceiling and landed on her bed with a barely audible crush. Then she grabbed her morning reading material, reclined with her legs outstretched, feet crossed, and ignored Hailey completely.
Returning students were still arriving, steadily filing in and out of the dorm, carrying big boxes, bins, and suitcases. Hailey regretfully watched through her window as student after student trudged inside with towels and robes and clothes and blankets and sheets and everything else under the sun that she wished she’d known she could bring but didn’t thanks to some cranky poltergeist.
All that paled in comparison to what she was really missing—Holly.
And what if Holly is still out there?
Sighing heavily, she shook her head. She needed to stop this. Dental records didn’t lie. Holly was dead, and she wouldn’t want her little sister frowning and ruminating her university days away. She closed the blinds and sulked as Giselle sat silent and motionless behind the same beauty magazine.
Biting her lip as she paced the room, Hailey stole a glance in the mirror. Tomas had done a grand job with her hair that morning, twisting and teasing small locks that he’d secured with shiny gold pins in a relaxed half-up do.
Hailey was waiting for Fin, though she wasn’t sure if he would show up and if he did, she wasn’t sure he’d be alone. If he weren’t the only person on campus that would speak to her, she would have fled her room already and avoided the awkwardness of seeing him for the rest of forever.
Finally, there was a knock at the door.
“Morning, Hailey,” Fin sang, metal coffee cup in hand. Of course he was happy this morning. “Good morning, Medusa,” he called into the room, and Giselle gave him the finger again. “She hates me,” he told Hailey with a mischievous grin as they walked down the hall.
Hailey nodded.
“What’s up with you?” Fin said, eying her suspiciously.
“Nothing.” That was a lie. She couldn’t get the image of Fin and his girlfriend out of her head, but she had no intention of even hinting that she’d seen him grope her in the hallway the night before. He might think she was jealous. And of course she totally wasn’t…
“You’re a horrible liar.” He sipped his coffee as they made their way to Chinook Hall and through the breakfast buffet. “And you’re very distracted today—usually means you’re up to something.”
He took her tray for her and led her to a corner table. “So, tell me about these German words. Where’d you come across them?” he asked, pulling Hailey’s chair out.
“My phantom hair dresser frosted them across my mirror?” She shrugged with a slight cringe, and Fin choked on his coffee.
“What?” Screwing up his face, he surveyed her hair.
She turned her head for him. “Nice, huh.”
“It is actually. But, you shouldn’t encourage a poltergeist. They feed on attention.”
“This one seems helpful. And I’m pretty sure someone from DOPPLER kidnapped him from our house, but he must have escaped, because he’s here now. And he says DOPPLER is dangerous.” Hailey looked to Fin for his assessment of all this.
“This is troubling, Hailey,” he said with a thoughtful expression. “Only an Envoy can catch a poltergeist. You’ll see—the ghost traps don’t work very well. Anyway, DOPPLER funds a lot of research here. If they’re monitoring you without the university’s permission, Woodfork and Asher need to know. It sounds like there’s another Envoy involved in this.”
Hailey sighed. “I need to find Asher anyway.” He had her picture of Holly and answers to a thousand questions…and maybe another kiss... “Do you know where I can find him?”
“Asher?” he said bitterly. “Asher can’t be found, Hailey. If he wants to see you, he’ll find you.”
“You don’t like him, do you?”
“He’s a monster,” Fin said almost angrily, and Hailey bit her lip, trying to remember anything monster-like about his kiss. Fin slapped his hand on the table. “What are you all moony-eyed about?” he asked with a definite note of jealousy, and Hailey startled out of her daydream.
Lately, Fin was sending a whole lot of mixed signals.
Biting her lips together, Hailey almost blurted a thought she’d regret, but the perfect Pre-Med student from the night before saved her the trouble by interrupting them at the breakfast table.
“Hi Pádraig,” she cooed as she danced over to him, and he looked up at her as if he’d never seen her before.
“Hello?” he said through a mouthful of sausage gravy.
“Last night was fun,” she told him, twirling a strand of hair as she sat down next to him.
“Was it?” he asked, looking like he was ready to duck and cover, but she threw her head back and giggled.
