Page 160 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

“His…dog?” I blinked. “What kind of dog?”

“I don’t know.” Prudence scowled. “Does it matter?”

“Prudence,” I rolled my eyes. “This is Elmwood.” I nudged him pointedly. “If the dude lost his dog, who’s to say it’s not like…a cursed one. Or magical? Or even—” I grimaced, “a werewolf.”

Prudence’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “You think he lost a werewolf?”

“I dunno,” I bit my lip thoughtfully. “It’s possible.”

“Whatever you say.”

My stomach growled. Prudence rolled his eyes, though he didn’t complain as he showed me to our brand new, freakishly massive kitchen. He looked almost shy as he pushed open one of the floor-to-ceiling cabinets, and I swear to god sparks flew as I fell in love with the shelves, on shelves, on shelves of cereal inside.

“Eat,” Prudence grunted, a put upon expression on his face, like he wasn’t fucking chasing away my childhood demons. Like he hadn’t planned this. Like he hadn’t filled our new house with food he abhorred, just because I liked it. Just because he didn’t want me to ever go hungry again.

Funny how I’d found my perfect match in a dead man, but hey. I wasn’t complaining.

He was a secret softie, my sadistic ghosty. All bark…and some bite. And just like he’d proudly proclaimed the night before, when he’d promised me a future I had no intention of letting go, I knew, staring at the rows and rows of colorful boxes, Prudence and I?

Yeah.

We were going to be very, very happy.

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