“What happened?Are you okay?”
She blinks again, lips parted.
“I—yeah.I think so.”
I still don’t let go.Can’t.Both hands are on her shoulders now, holding her steady while I try to get my own breathing under control.
“What did you see?”I ask, quieter now.
She looks past me, toward the mansion.
“There’s something beneath the house,” she says slowly.“Buried.Locked.Something old and angry.”
Fantastic.
Just what we needed.
The Crypt Mansion doesn’t just have squatters.
It’s sitting on a ticking ghost bomb.
And the person who saw it coming?She’s the curvy, Jersey-born, ghost-reading Agent my Wolf wants to mate, mark, and chain to the bedpost.
This just keeps getting better.
Chapter7
Megan
Okay, so I might have mentioned sometimes I get visions.But I don’t go around announcing it to everyone.
It’s not something I talk about like at parties or anything.
I don’t wear a sign that saysBeware: May Glitch Through Time and Space at Random, and I definitely don’t have a crystal ball.
But the Sight?It’s part of me.
Has been since I was twelve and nearly passed out in a cemetery on a school field trip.
They come from the past, the present, the future—hell, maybe alternate dimensions for all I know.
I don’t get to choose.I just get to deal.
And this one?This one hits the second we step onto the cursed weed jungle that is the front yard of Crypt Mansion.
Boom.
My head swims.My spine locks up.
And suddenly I see them—dozens of shades, spirits, ghosts, whatever you want to call them—swarming the property like confused tourists who missed the exit to the afterlife.
Some are old.Anchored here long before this place was even built.
But some?Some are new.
And that’s the part that makes my skin crawl.
A place like Arrhythmia?It should have its own resident creep squad already—long-dead cowboys, broody Shifters, pissed-off Witches who overcooked a spell.
