Why the bloody hell was Trey Christensen haunting her goddamn phone on the other side of the country?
“Hold that thought,” she said, as the phone rang, and she answered it on the first ring.
Because she wasn’t playing with Trey.
He freaked her out.
“Bestie, you know shit like that makes me twitchy,” she said to her friend whose face appeared on the screen.
Victoria just laughed.
“You? I’ve got a problem too,” she admitted.
The whole time, Corbin stood there, confused.
“Do you have company?” she asked.
Oh, well, yeah, only because Elizabeth wasn’t an idiot. She didn’t play games with Victoria Littlemoon’s gift, mostly because it involved Trey, and she didn’t need to be haunted by the dead man. If she had timed this to that moment, she suspected she knew why.
“Yep.”
Tori was ready then.
She had a million problems inSalem, and now, a dead man was continually waking her ass up all night, and being impatient as fuck.
That was annoying.
A girl needed her beauty sleep when she was trying to stay alive during a psychic apocalypse.
“Corbin?” she asked.
He blinked.
“Uh, yeah?”
Tori went there.
“Long story short. I’m a medium. I channel dead people, and your goddamn husband hunted me down, interrupted my everything shower, and is holding me hostage.”
He looked bewildered.
“So, I have to give you a message, or he’s never leaving me alone. Will is not happy, and that makes me unhappy.”
Corbin froze.
“That’s not funny.”
Elizabeth put the phone down, propping it up so that the woman could see who she was speaking to, and then she took a seat at the table. She was betting dollars to donuts that Tori was going to fix this mess with a little help from the dead man’s husband.
The show was beginning.
“It’s not funny, since he’s really pissed at you, and has been screaming all night long for me to intervene. It’s not funnyto be haunted by someone who is adamant that I fix your shit for you.”
Corbin stared at Elizabeth.
“What the fuck is this?”
She shared.
