“What now?”I asked Indigo.
She lurched forward and took over my body without fanfare or permission. She was getting stronger. “Those chosen need to retrieve a baked good from the kitchen.” The three of them frowned but shuffled off to retrieve an item. Bread, cookies, and a blueberry muffin. Not bad.
“Now, lift your left leg while balancing on the right.”
Aunt Liz glowered. “Why?”
“Because you need to have one foot in this dimension and the other with the dead.” It sounded plausible. Hudson, Liz, and Rebecca did as she bade.
Indigo glanced at Dave. “You know something, wolf? I think I can extend myself to include you.”
He grinned before running off and coming back with a box of breadsticks. Ugh. I awarded him with a C minus for his baked good choice. He lifted his left leg and waited expectantly.
“Tilt your heads like this.” She moved it to the right, and they all followed.
“Indigo,”I warned.
“Shush, this is fun.”
Oh boy. Sure it was… until they realized.
“With your right hand placed over your heart, repeat after me,” she instructed.
Rebecca’s lips twitched. My vampire girly had figured it out, but was having too much fun to stop it.
“I, state your name,” Indigo said in a deadly serious tone. They did as she asked. “Promise to uphold the ideals of the deceased.”
Aunt Liz narrowed her gaze as they repeated it. The deceased had no ideals. They were dead.
“Now that I have the honor of witnessing the afterlife, I will not break the three cardinal rules. One: always listen to the dead’s demands.” Harry bellowed a laugh. “Two: at the witching hour, pay homage to the dead by singing their song of choice. They will inform you of it on a weekly basis.”
“What the fuck?” Hudson muttered.
“And three: never ever cross the streams.”
Rebecca lost her balance and fell to the ground, laughing her ass off. Liz rolled her eyes and put her foot back on the ground while Hudson’s lips twitched. My mate found amusement in the fact my monster was a cult film fan.
Dave scowled. “Why is everyone laughing? Can you all see the dead?”
Indigo waved her hand in the air and Hudson, Dave, Liz, and Rebecca’s eyes zeroed in on Harry, who froze.
“That’s a ghost,” Dave whispered.
“An A plus for wolfie.” Indigo snickered. “Don’t forget your rules.” Then she sunk beneath my skin and let me come forward.
Harry straightened his tie at the attention. “I am Harry Forte,” he declared.
Rebecca snorted. “What song should we sing tonight?” she asked.
Hudson went to explain the joke to Dave, but I shot him a dirty look.Don’t you dare. Your chief of security could do with being shown up once in a while.
Harry pursed his lips.“You Put a Spell On Me.”
“Which version?” Dave asked.
“I’m partial to Nina Simone’s, but it’s your choice.”
I leaned into Hudson’s ear. “We’ll tell him tomorrow. Don’t spoil this for me.”
