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“Not flowers?” True asked, pressing her lips together to hide her smile. Nana was opinionated about everything, which had driven True mad as a teenager, and most things had gone in one ear and out the other, but staying off the government grid was wedged firmly in there. What else could a witch do if she didn’t want to become a government experiment?
“The ghost?” Nana said, motioning to the ship and hurrying her up with a look of expectation.
True paid attention once more. “I don’t call it out; it just appears wrapped in a creepy fog when it wants to spread doom and gloom.”
“Let’s make an exception this time,” Nana said.
True knew that voice well; it was the voice of her childhood, but she wasn’t ten anymore; she was a grown-ass woman, and it made her bristle. “I don’t know any ghost come here dances,” True said.
Nana turned to stare at her in the semi-darkness. “You’ve become much less agreeable since we last met.”
“Shocking, isn’t it?” True said, folding her arms and looking away down the beach rather than at the ship or her grandmother. Out of sight, out of mind, if only.
“Call to the ghost, True,” Nana urged in her no-nonsense tone that was also a feature of her childhood.
True gave up. She could stand there and argue with her grandmother all night, or she could call to a ghost that was unlikely to show up with Medusa standing next to her and finally leave to be with her mate – there was no contest. “Oh, Ghost, come out, come out, wherever you are,” she called, mocking her grandmother for saying it earlier and expecting a response.
“Wonderful,” Nana said, and True slowly dragged her gaze towards the ship as the mist started to ooze out of the wreck and into the air, chilling it.
“Yeah, bloody wonderful,” True muttered.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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“I’m not tired,” Jennifer announced, in fresh PJs, teeth cleaned, and hair brushed as she hopped into bed.
Evie yanked the duvet around her slender shoulders and stifled a yawn – the child might be up and raring to go, but she certainly wasn’t. “Sure, you are.”
“I slept on the way here,” Jennifer informed her.
“It’s a short drive,” Evie replied. Not tonight, she pleaded silently. She needed to mull things over before falling into a sleep coma, hopefully not to dream about her so-called mate; she didn’t need the nightmare before bedtime routine.
“But my batteries are recharged,” Jennifer said, bringing a smile to her aunt’s lips. She liked to make her aunt smile, and she wasn't smiling so much before they came to the beach. She didn’t want that to happen again.
“A full charge is better than a cat nap,” Evie replied.
“Why doesn’t Serendipity want to live with us anymore?” Jennifer asked.
How to be diplomatic when the feline’s answer had been full of four-letter words about living on pack land with wolves? “She’s guarding the guesthouse for us with Mr Paws.”
“Is she going to marry Mr Paws?”
“I don’t think so.” There had been more four-letter words where Mr Paws was concerned, although, Serendipity wasn’t leaving so many traps for the poor cat anymore.
“Are you going to marry Parker?”
Out of the mouths of babes – wow – talk about being hit in the face with a big slimy kipper. “And what do you know about Parker?”
“I have ears,” Jennifer said, grinning as if she had just won a prize at the James Bond School for spies.
“Cute ones,” Evie said.
“That’s deflecting,” Jennifer said, a frown creasing her brow. “Isn’t it?”
“And what do you know about deflecting?” Evie said, deflecting again.
“I hear a lot of things,” Jennifer said, nodding like she had the age of wisdom inside her.
