“Which was?”
“Now mind you, for most people this would not be a big deal.”
“Tell me,” I demanded.
As we reached the door where everyone waited to begin the séance, Zelda whispered in my ear.
“She lost her ability to see ghosts entirely.”
Oh, heck no.
Chapter 5
Igrabbed Roan and headed out of the house. “We’re leaving.”
“Whoa. Why the change of heart?”
I blew by Zelda and gave her a scathing look. “Because we’ve been tricked.”
When we hit the outdoors and the cold air, Roan stopped walking, which unfortunately made me stop, too. It really ticked me off sometimes that he was so much taller than me. I think he enjoyed throwing around his weight—literally.
“Hold on, killer. What’s going on?”
I folded my arms and told him everything that Zelda had said. “And then she told me that I’d lose my powers—that’s not gonna happen.”
He considered it for a moment. “Did she actually say you would lose your powers?”
“She said the last person who helped her lost their ability to see spirits.”
“Is that all they had to begin with?”
Roan’s question stopped me. As I played it out in my mind, my gaze washed over his broad shoulders, his thick arms and his tight thighs.
“Are you thinking or ogling?”
“Little of both?”
“At least you’re honest. Blissful, the other person, the one who helped Zelda, they couldn’t do what you can do—send spirits into the light. I bet she couldn’t see the light like you do, either. Did Zelda say anything about that?”
“No.”
He shrugged. “Then the playing field is different. I’m not telling you to go in there. All I’m saying is that I don’t think you will wind up dealing with the same results.” He tipped my chin up so that I was looking at him. “What do you think?”
I hiked a shoulder to my ear. “I don’t know. I didn’t come here to lose the one thing that I’ve got—my ability to communicate with spirits. If I lost that, I wouldn’t know what to do. I’m a ghost hunter by nature. It’s what I love, who I am.”
“You know what I think?” Roan asked with a wry smile.
“What?”
“I think whatever decision you make, you’ll be at peace with it.”
“She promised to call my father.”
His dark brows rose in surprise. “Did she? So that’s why we’re here. You can contact your father and then jump up and throw a net on him for Lucky.”
“No, I wasn’t going to do that, at least not immediately. But yes, I will have to find a way to sweet-talk him into hanging around long enough for Lucky to show up.”
How ever that would work. But Lucky had told me that he would check in on me. I had to trust that.
