Why could she see other ghosts and not Shy? Why had her sister avoided her? It hurt on a level that defied explanation.
And it was one she’d never understand. Any more than she’d fathom why her sister had to die so young and so tragically.
Life wasn’t fair and that unfairness made her want to scream until her throat bled. Time hadn’t made any part of this easier to bear. In some ways, it was worse now. When her sister had first died, there had been a strange numbness that clung to her.
For three months, she hadn’t shed a single tear.
Not until she’d accidentally spilled Siobhan’s favorite perfume in the room they’d grown up in. That one stupid act had sliced through the cocoon that had shielded her from agony.
Sorcha had screamed and then wept for the next six months. Nothing and no one, not even Trish, had been able to stop those tears that had flowed even while she slept.
To this day, she choked up every time she thought of her sister.
Every happy memory was tainted because Siobhan wasn’t here to share it with her.
Sorcha still had her sister’s number programmed into her phone. From time to time, she’d even call it just to hear Shy’s voice again when her voicemail picked up.
Hey caller! This is Siobhan, not Sorcha. If you’re actually calling me and not my twin, I’m busy chasing dreams. Please leave a message and I’ll call you back as soon as I can. Unless you’re a creditor or SPAM. Then you can kiss my ass. If this is Sorcha…text me, bitch! And if you’re my parents, sorry for the language. Yes, you taught me better. Love you. Toodles.
God, how she missed her sister and her off-beat humor and optimism. The world was a much darker place without Shy in it.
No doubt that was why their parents had kept Shy’s phone active all this time.
It was hard to let go. Even harder because they had no explanation. No real closure.
Clearing her throat, she sighed. “I like knowing how many cases I’ve worked and solved.” How many families had a closure that forever eluded her and her parents.
He glanced over to her. “Oh, I can answer how many unsolved I have. None. I always solve them.”
She arched a brow at that. “You have no unsolved cases? At all?”
“Not with Infernal Affairs. The only thing I can’t solve is who knifed me in the back. But I will find them and when I do?—”
“There will be hell to pay,” she finished for him.
“Exactly.” Luke picked up his phone.
“Who are you calling?”
“Lorelei O’Shaughnessy. The Grand Witch of Savannah.”
The title startled her. “Is she a member of Black Onyx?”
He nodded.
That explained so much. “She’s in the same coven as Trish. That’s how you know about my friend.”
“Exactly. Sometimes my powers aren’t so mysterious.”
She felt like an idiot. “And you’ve been to the Black Hat Ball, haven’t you?”
“Last year. I’m hoping to be invited back. It was a lot of fun.”
Made sense. Trish’s coven threw a huge invitational ball every Samhain to celebrate the season and their religion. “I knew I should have gone. I could have met you a year ago.”
“Glad you didn’t.”
“Why?”
