Page 37 of Lost in the Fog

“Nope. I was so used to feeling normal, healthy, and fine. I was a gracious hostess and charming conversationalist, and then it was over.” She smiled. “I woke up transparent, and no one could hear me. Walked the halls of the hospital and managed to get out of it. I moved through a woman who paused and turned to look at me. She was in the parking lot and smiled. “Wait here. You can come home with me.”

“The queen?”

“Yes. She just gathered me up and somehow made me solid, and then she started talking to me. I had been in a coma for two years by that point. She was the person that I was next to while I was a wraith, and after I met Pandora and she was able to get herself solid, Pandora took over getting me back into my body again.”

He smiled. “I am glad she did. I felt it when it happened. It was like the pressure on my body suddenly eased.”

“But I am still draining you.”

“You are borrowing from me. It is an offer made freely.”

She snorted in an unladylike manner.

He laughed softly, and the entry of a driveway lit softly at his vehicle’s approach. He slowed, and they turned the corner, fairy lights sweeping ahead of him, following the car.

Gia grinned and looked behind and in front of them. “They are triggered by the car.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. If you can’t play at home, where can you play?”

She looked at the house that surpassed her father’s and thought that playing anywhere around that serious edifice was off the menu. A place to play was a dream she was interested in having.

She blinked as she realized the path her mind was taking. Instinct was looking at the house, and it liked what it saw.

Chapter Seven

Gia asked, “Why areyou a solo act?”

He paused. “I am and am not. I collect the souls of the fallen.”

They were walking into the large entryway, and the whole space smelled like lemons and beeswax.

“What?”

“When we die away from home, our souls are collected and held until our bodies can be repaired and returned to active duty.”

“So, my mates are...”

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