The mom life was dulling her shine.
But tonight, she had two hours to herself, and she was going to piece herself back together again.
Once in the shower, she was humming and enjoying her moment.
That’s when she heard it.
A tapping.
Oh.
Hell.
No.
“Trey, I swear to everything that is unholy in my haunted-ass life, that I will finally let Julian send you off in one hell of an exorcism.NOT. NOW!”
It got quiet for a while.
Then, the tapping began again.
What the fuck?
It was going to make her insane if she didn’t just open her door and ask her brother, or Bethany what they wanted.
“You have one minute,” she said, as she opened the door.
Right before her, a stranger appeared.
And she gasped.
“Who are you?” Tori asked, backing up in the shower as she tried to cover her body with her hands. “What are you doing?”
He was to the point.
“I need your help.”
She sighed.
“That’s it. I’m getting this house warded,” she said. As she was about to slam that door shut, the stranger said the one thing that would make her stop.
“Elizabeth Blackhawk.”
Tori paused.
“What about her?” she asked.
Will went there.
“My husband works for her. I was killed over fifteen years ago, and he’s still holding on. He’s going to take his life to be with me if someone doesn’t intervene. He needs to move on. Can you please talk to him for me? Can you channel me?”
Oh, boy.
She went there.
“I don’t know if you’ve read the room, Dead Guy, but we’re having one hell of a psychic war here in Salem. We’re trying to keep the whole thing together.”
He was well aware.
