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“Guests?! That was no guest, that wasn’t even human.”
As they neared the landing Luke laughed and said, “What makes you say that?”
“Because I could see through her...”
Luke looked at her and cocked a brow. “Are you sure?”
“Yes!” Brit said, then jumped behind him. “She’s still here. Don’t you feel that?”
“Feel what?” he asked, starting to get freaked out himself.
“The coldness. She’s here...” she whispered as her eyes darted around.
“You’re wearing—” Luke shook his head— “Never mind, come on,” he said, tugging her by the hand into her bedroom. “Here.” He picked up the nightshirt that she had thrown on the floor. Not trusting himself to not take her in his arms and make her forget everything she saw, he quickly stuck it over her head, and pulled it over her arms. “Bottoms?”
“What?” Brit asked, pulling her hair out from the nightshirt.
“Pajama bottoms, do you have any?”
“Oh no, I was just going to sleep in this.”
He inwardly groaned. “Of course, you are.”
As she made her way to the stairs, he adjusted the tightness in his jeans then snatched up a robe that was thrown on a chair and followed her. With every step she took the sight of her bare legs burned into the back of his skull and made his dick all the harder.
“Here put this on.” He draped the robe over her shoulders as she pushed the door open at the bottom. As she stepped out onto the landing at the top of the main staircase, she breathed a sigh of relief, and stuck her arms in the robe.
He stared at her for a second before quickly looking away. The damn robe was shorter than her nightshirt. He was in for a hell of a night he could tell. Instead of sugar plums dancing in his head all night, images of her legs wrapped around his shoulders urging him close flitted through his mind.
Walking a few steps behind her, eyes downcast, he followed her up the few steps that would take them to the second floor and to the linen closet. Brit stopped in front of the door and looked at Luke. “I think what scared me the most about seeing her is that she talked to me.”
He quickly opened the door. Trying desperately to hide the bulge in his pants, he stood behind it, looking around at her. “What do you mean, talked to you?”
Thankfully she ignored his odd behavior. The second she stepped into it, she got busy handing him sheets and quilts, which he gratefully took and held in front of his groin.
“Well... she didn’t move her mouth. But I could hear her, and she pointed right at me and even called me by name.”
Luke’s brows snapped together. “What did she say?”
“‘Brit, smarten up you little tramp otherwise you’ll lose’ — she immediately clamped her mouth shut, realizing what she just said.
Luke burst out laughing. “You’re shitting me, right?”
He waited for her to deny it but when she didn’t say a word, he looked at her and saw her eyes glisten with tears.
“Brit? Are you okay?”
She nodded mutely as she swiped her eyes on the sleeve of her nightshirt.
“Did she say anything after ‘you will lose...’?”
Brit looked at him and took a deep breath then nodded, “...‘the best thing that ever happened to you...just like I did.’ ”
“What does that even mean?”
She shrugged then pushed past him out the door. If her suspicions were correct the woman who had visited her was Rosin, old man Anderson’s wife. The wife that cheated on her husband with another man. A man that she would eventually kill, herself. Resulting in Roisin losing the best thing that had ever happened to her. But who was the best thing that happened to the old woman?
“Wait, hold up.” Luke snagged her by the sleeve and searched her face. “What’s the best thing that ever happened to you?”
