Page 32 of Demons in My Bed
“He’s right. The other one is jealous,” the ghost said, a smile forming on his translucent face.
I snorted and walked to the sink. “How would you know?”
The ghost glided up beside me, and we stared at each other in the mirror. “Because I am too.”
“A jealous ghost?”
He chuckled. “What? I can’t have feelings?”
“Please, be my guest. Have all the feelings you want; I’m just not used to the dead telling me about their emotions. Mostly they just yell at me, call me names, try to scare me—shit like that,” I explained, pulling Misha’s shirt up over my head.
Ghost boy turned around, and my brows pinched together. “I didn’t see anything, I promise,” he mumbled, and I could’ve sworn his ghosty ears were turning red.
Wow. A virgin ghost? I dressed quickly, and the ghost remained, strangely enough. It took a lot of energy for spirits to manifest themselves like this, let alone actually communicate.
“You must be pretty strong,” I stated as I scrubbed my face. “Most ghosts would’ve been wiped out after a minute or two of this, and yet, here you are.”
He crossed his arms and studied me. “I’m pretty motivated.”
“Motivated? To do what?”
“To talk to you. I’ve been alone for a long time.”
“Palmer? We need to leave in ten!” Ashland called through the door.
“I’m taking a shit, fuck off!”
I turned back to my ghost buddy, but he was gone. Sighing, I got to work braiding my hair. They’d given me more Haunt apparel to wear. I was relieved to see tags attached, so it wasn’t like I was wearing someone else’s clothes. Even the sports bra and underwear still had tags affixed; I assumed they probably kept spares in the club for the dancers.
With a last glance in the mirror, I straightened and headed for the door. Day one of the infiltration was underway. It was time to get my head in the gods damned game.
Chapter eleven
Palmerexitedthebathroomlooking refreshed and sexy as hell in the clothes I’d gotten for her. A neon orange, racerback tank and a pair of black leggings shouldn’t have looked that damn good. I made a mental note to stop today, if we had time, to get her a new wardrobe. If she was going to be attached to us for the foreseeable future, she’d need to look the part—though apparently, she looked good in anything.
“Everything okay?” she asked, glancing from me to Misha. Rhodes and Talon had taken off while she was getting ready, and I was relieved there wouldn’t be another argument so soon.
“Just peachy,” I replied, holding my arms out wide. “Nothing like a little verbal sparring to get your day started.”
Misha stood and took a deep breath. “Here.” He held out his hand to Palmer, and her eyes widened. “For you.”
She stepped closer, holding out her hand. Misha placed two blades on her palm and then hightailed it across the room, heading for his cave.
“Misha,” she gasped, lifting one of the twin blades. The small handle was a bunny ear, completely encrusted with diamonds and other sparkling gems. “Where did you get these?” Tearing her eyes from her gifts, she looked up and realized Mish was long gone. “Where did he go?”
“He’s got shit to do. So do we. I grabbed your thigh holster last night; it’s on the bed. Those should fit in it nicely.” I nodded toward the daggers.
“They’re so fucking pretty,” she breathed, spinning them between her fingers. The metal was nearly black—he’d really gone all out. “Wait a second. You’re letting me have weapons?”
I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “Oh, love. You don’t scare me. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Once she had properly affixed her new babies to her leg, we were striding side by side through the penthouse. Each of us had our own section of the penthouse, with a few shared spaces. Everything out here in the shared space was sleek and modern, just how I liked it. Black leather with stainless steel accents.
“So, you all live here?” my little rabbit asked, her big, blue eyes darting around, taking it all in. I couldn’t stop myself from looking at her uncovered face. When I’d first noticed her in that mask last night, I knew she was attention-grabbing. I’d been curious about what she’d look like with the rest of her face revealed, but I hadn’t been prepared to be so stunned by her.
Shaking away my thoughts, I cleared my throat and tried to recall her question. Right. She wanted to know if we all lived here. “We do,” I answered, pressing my palm to the scanner. “We have places outside of the city too.”
She huffed. “Of course you do.”
