I am definitely not right in the head.
Yet as she opened her car door and glanced up at the window in the front room of their offices, she caught sight of the ghost she’d seen earlier that day.
The ghost waved at her and smiled.
Before she could stop herself, Sorcha waved back. Then she quickly got in, hoping no one had seen her do that, and went home.
Luke parked the car in the IA garage and turned off the engine. He should probably complain about the fact that he lived where he worked, but it made it highly convenient to live over the garage of their offices.
It made his morning commute tolerable.
“You like your new partner.” It was a flat statement, not a question.
He pulled the keys out and glared at the dash of his car. “Did I ask for your commentary, Delilah?”
A shadow rose away from the radio to manifest in the seat beside him. Slowly, she became the sultry vixen who’d damned Samson. Her dark, wavy hair fell to the middle of her back. In spite of the fact she was thousands of years old, she appeared in the form of a stunningly beautiful woman in her mid-twenties. One whose beauty was such that Samson hadn’t stood a chance.
Thankfully, Luke wasn’t Samson. Even though Delilah had been after him since he’d hit puberty, she wasn’t his type, and he found her constant stalking annoying. “Why are you pulling out of the car, D? Spying for my father?”
“Never. He doesn’t need me to do such. He has spies aplenty. I’m bringing you a message from Sorath.”
That sounded off. “And that is?”
“He has a theory on who did this to you.”
Then why would he send her to tell him and not come himself? Something wasn’t adding up. “Theory or fact?”
She shrugged. “Does it matter?”
More than anything. He wasn’t about to react over a theory. But if Sorath knew who’d betrayed him…
That, he would definitely act on.
“Why are you in human form?” Normally, she remained as part of his car, leaving it only to carry messages to and from Hell.
She climbed onto his lap. “Care to catch up?”
Luke caught her wrists to keep her from embracing him. “I don’t need a haircut. Thanks.”
“I’d never do that to you.”
Yeah, right. And he’d never trust anyone so treacherous. Her record with men…
While Luke could be stupid for a pretty face…
He wasn’t an absolute moron.
“Tell Sorath I’ll be in touch, and stay in the car when you’re in this realm.”
She pouted. “Surely, you’re tired of humans by now. Don’t you want better company?”
“Tired of the human world, not humans. Now go. You’re wearing out my patience.” Not to mention, he had something much more pressing to see to.
With one last huff, she vanished back into his dash.
Luke took a moment to savor the quiet, knowing it wouldn’t last.
By the time he entered his apartment upstairs, the voices were back in his head. All the whispering and begging. Those who were trying to make deals and those who wanted out of bargains they’d made.
