Page 88 of Icy Cold Death

“Uh, hello? Husband wannabe here. She has to plan this wedding. That’s the whole point. I need to marry my girl.”

Lucian reassured him.

“You have two jobs. Part one is to see if you can get a look at the files or the victims, and then, part two is to go with Hailey. We have Bexley, Raven, Tori, and Bishop. They’ll do the solving. You do the wedding planning with your fiancée.”

Thank.

Freaking.

God.

“Do you mind?” he asked. “I know this isn’t my job, but…”

They reassured him.

“We love Hailey. We want her to marry you as soon as possible.”

The radio came to life.

“MARRY. MY. WIFE. THAT. IS. AN. ORDER,” Jake said, over the radio.

Oh, boy.

Someone came along for the ride. Bodhi had hoped he’d stay with Holly.

Well, that didn’t happen.

The room got cold, and that didn’t bode well for Bodhi. Someone’s energy was off.

“I’m trying, Jake,” Bodhi said as the chill washed over all of them. “Really. Stay calm, okay?”

Yeah, this was bad.

They all knew the man was getting worse—not Bodhi.

Jake.

He’d crossed and then he’d come back with Hailey. When she nearly died on the operating table, she opened that door back to him, and he only had one of two choices.

Anchor to a psychic.

Or go back.

Well, there was a third, but it was the worst-case scenario. The dead went bad if they hung around. Not bad, per se, but out of control.

Angry dead man who had been murdered?

Pass.

That was getting on a train to a bad place. They’d done that before.

“YOU. PROMISED. TO. MARRY. HER. I. NEED. YOU. TO. DO. THAT.”

All of the hair on their arms stood up. That told them everything they needed to know.

“Jake, I will. We’ll plan the wedding. It’ll be okay. I promise,” Bodhi said, creeped the hell out that the man was on the cusp of losing it.

He could feel the anger.

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