Page 67 of Life After You

The guide turns his flashlight toward a particularly dark tunnel entrance. “Would you like to test it?”

Trey scoffs. “Test what?”

“It might not be Nina. Different energies draw out different kinds, it could be Sam.”

“Absolutely not.”

The guide grins. “Wonderful. Step forward.”

Trey grabs the nearest object—which happens to be Dean. “BRO.”

Dean just shrugs him off. “You’ll be fine.”

Trey glares. “I will not be fine!”

“Think of it this way,” Sam muses. “If something grabs you, we’ll all know ghosts are real.”

“IF SOMETHING GRABS ME, I’M FUCKING DYING.”

The guide gestures toward the tunnel. “Please don’t, the tunnels are crowded enough. Just stand there for a moment.”

Trey clenches his jaw, muttering a string of profanities under his breath as he takes a slow, reluctant step toward the darkened corridor. He stiffens, eyes darting wildly around like he’s expecting something to lunge at him.

The entire group holds their breath.

Then—

A gust of cold air rushes past.

Trey fucking shrieks.

Not just a scream. A full-body, high-pitched, horror-movie scream.

Mac yelps, twisting in my arms. I hold her tighter, my own pulse jumping, because—shit. That was real.

Trey bolts, plowing past all of us in his desperate attempt to get the hell out of there. “NOPE. NOPE. FUCK THIS. FUCK YOU. I’M DONE.”

We laugh at his expense as he departs, tripping over himself, nearly face-planting into the brick wall before catching himself.

“Trey!” Chace calls after him, wheezing. “Where are you going?”

“HOME. I AM GOING FUCKING HOME.”

“You live in LA!”

“THEN I’LL FUCKING… I DUNNO, WALK!?”

Chace watches the tunnel exit, frowning.

“You can tell he’s really upset. Should I go after him?” Mac says.

I smother my chuckle, pulling Mac closer. “Nah, he’ll be fine. Just needs to calm down.”

Mac doesn’t look convinced. “It could be serious, Logan. He didn’t make a single joke.”

“He is the joke when he gets worked up like this,” Chace teases.

Sam cuffs him lightly. “Have some damn empathy.”

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