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She turns her head to the side when she speaks. “I bet she’s been trying to appear to you to ask for your help.”

I would feel relieved right now—because hey! I’m not going crazy—but there is a seriously pissed off ghost in the house right now and I’m starting to be able to see my breath it’s so cold. “What do we do? How do we make her stop?”

Winslow doesn’t answer me, so I give her arm a quick shake to get her attention, but it stays fixed on the mirror. When I follow her gaze, I find myself staring at the ashen, pale face of the woman who has been haunting—literally—my dreams.

She looks just like she did when she had died, still covered in her blood, but her eyes are no longer the deep blue they were, instead they are the palest, cloudy blue I’ve ever seen. They’redeadlooking.

“Holy mother ofshit.”

“You can see her?” Winslow turns in my arms so she can look me in the face. “You can see her in the mirror?”

“Yes,” I croak.

The last thing I expected was for a big smile to appear on Winslow’s face, but one does. “Oh, thank God.”

5

Winslow

Ihave never felt lighter than I do when Ranger says he can see the ghost too. The people who should have loved and believed me thought I was crazy and stuck me in a mental institution, I have come across people who did believe I can communicate and see the dead. But never at any point has someone else been able to see them. It’s only ever been me.

I’m this close to doing a happy dance and standing on a roof with a megaphone yelling“I’m not insane!”But I’m pretty sure those actions would make me look insane, so I don’t do them.

I know I’m smiling like a lunatic, but I’m just so happy someone else can see Thalia. “You can really see her?” I ask him again.

“Yes, she looks like she did when she died…” Ranger’s bright blue eyes are glued to the mirror where Thalia stands, glaring at both of us.

I completely understand why she’s pissed that I want to leave. I promised her I would collect Ranger and we would go find her daughter, butcome on!I found myself on the set ofTwilight, and I’m not entirely excited to be part of it. Seeing ghosts is enough for me, I don’t need to know about werewolves—excuse me—wolf shifterstoo.

“They usually do,” I tell him before glaring back at Thalia. “That wasn’t nice. I know you’re mad, but you don’t have to go around breaking shit.” I wave my hand at the glass broken all over the floor. “This was a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” I ask her.

Thalia’s scowl only deepens.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you still! I’m just going to do it alone,” I try to explain, but the lights start flickering again.

“Oh no,” Remi whimpers. “Not again.”

“Thalia,” I warn. “No.”

She glares at me, and her image in the mirror starts to flicker away. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was giving up, but because this isn’t my first rodeo, I scan the room waiting for her to reappear.

“Is she gone?” Ranger steps back carefully to not step on any of the glass.

I snort. “No, the room would’ve warmed up now if she had.”

Just like when she had first appeared in my room at Cresthill, the room was freezing. I have never met a ghost as powerful as Thalia, but I have a feeling it’s her anger keeping her so strong. Pain and anger are powerful motivators, and if anyone had a right to be mad, it would be Thalia. If I was in her position, I’d want to break shit too.

“Where did she go?” Remington hisses, ducking slightly like the ghost is going to drop from the ceiling on top of her.

“Not sure yet. She’s more than likely starting to run out of energy at this point.” While she is a powerful spirit, she can’t maintain this for long. She’s going to have to recharge for a while after this episode. “I know this isn’t the right time to be jumping for joy, but can I just say how awesome it is that you can see her too?” I grin at Ranger.

He raises a dark brow at me. “This isawesometo you?”

“Wellyeah.” I jerk my thumb in the direction of the frosted mirror. “This is all old and boring at this point, but meeting someone who can also see a ghost is exciting for me.”

“You’re a little crazy, aren’t you?”

Aren’t we all?

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