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soon as I met Rand’s gaze, I knew it was bad—shock on the face of a powerful warlock is not a good thing. “I don’t know. You started to scream and then Jack’s ghost disappeared and was replaced with…the real Jack,” he said.
I looked up at the person in question and found he was the only one of us wearing a smile.
“I’m Jack,” he said as if we were on a dating game and I’d just selected undead bachelor number six-six-six.
“But, he’s…he’s dead,” I insisted.
Rand frowned. “Was dead. It seems you brought him back to life.” Rand was so matter of fact, he might as well have just given the weather report.
“I did what?” I squealed. But that wasn’t possible! Like children playing tag, my thoughts scattered as I tried to find a logical reason as to how this could be. How in the hell did I, Jolie Wilkins, manage to bring back a dead person? I couldn’t even balance my checkbook! “But that wasn’t supposed to happen. I did what you told me to do!” I wailed, my voice cracking.
Rand put his hand on my upper arm. Instantly, the anxiety seeped from my body, replaced with a soft calm. Ah, warlock magic.
“You did everything perfectly, Jolie. I think I underestimated your abilities.”
“Well how are we going to send him back?” I asked, still shell-shocked.
“Hell, I’m not going back!” Jack said from the corner. “This is better than I’d hoped for. All I wanted to know was who killed me, and you did one better, you brought me back to life!”
Who killed him? Oh, yeah, about that, I wasn’t sure if I could tell him his beloved wife killed him. Perfect time for a little one on one with Rand.
His wife killed him. I’m not sure we should say anything about it.
Rand’s gaze jumped from Jack to me and he raised a brow. I wasn’t sure if he was surprised due to the situation or the fact that I was teleconnecting with him.
I don’t think he’s much concerned with it. We can discuss it later…Are you alright? Christ, you scared me.
I think I’m okay. Just a bit shocked.
“So, is this a success, then?” Christa asked. “Do we go back to L.A. tomorrow?”
Hmm, that was a good question. Was this a success or would Rand want to send Jack back? Did this break some sort of rule in the universe? I had no idea. And if Rand did want to send Jack back, how would he? I didn’t think he’d just kill Jack, that didn’t seem the right thing to do.
“I don’t know what to do at the moment,” Rand said.
“I’m not going back,” Jack interrupted, and his gaze rested on me. “That little fox brought me back an’ I’m obliged to ya, ma’am.” He inclined his head toward me.
Little fox?
What do we do now? I asked Rand.
I don’t know. I thought it was going to be a simple matter of finding out who killed him. Now, I’m not sure what I’m going to tell my friend.
Your friend?
The woman who hired me is his daughter.
Well this was quite the quandary—would the daughter be pleased her long dead father was now alive and probably three times younger than she was? Or would I be in a serious pile of crap?
“What are we doin’ sittin’ around here?” Jack asked. He stood up, then swayed as if he were a bit rocky on his feet and not used to the weight of his body. I guess being a ghost for nearly ninety years will do that to you.
It was just a matter of time before Christa chimed in. I gave her less than five seconds.
“Yeah! We should go out!” It had taken her about two seconds.
“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea…” Rand started, looking at me h a f he thought I needed some recuperation time. At least someone was thinking about me.
Jack neared the door and threw off Rand’s caution with a wave of his jelly-like arm. Apparently, Jack didn’t realize that if Rand didn’t want him to leave, he wasn’t going to.
“There’s a whole city alive out there that I haven’t seen in nearly one hundred years…” Jack began. Christa was right beside
I looked up at the person in question and found he was the only one of us wearing a smile.
“I’m Jack,” he said as if we were on a dating game and I’d just selected undead bachelor number six-six-six.
“But, he’s…he’s dead,” I insisted.
Rand frowned. “Was dead. It seems you brought him back to life.” Rand was so matter of fact, he might as well have just given the weather report.
“I did what?” I squealed. But that wasn’t possible! Like children playing tag, my thoughts scattered as I tried to find a logical reason as to how this could be. How in the hell did I, Jolie Wilkins, manage to bring back a dead person? I couldn’t even balance my checkbook! “But that wasn’t supposed to happen. I did what you told me to do!” I wailed, my voice cracking.
Rand put his hand on my upper arm. Instantly, the anxiety seeped from my body, replaced with a soft calm. Ah, warlock magic.
“You did everything perfectly, Jolie. I think I underestimated your abilities.”
“Well how are we going to send him back?” I asked, still shell-shocked.
“Hell, I’m not going back!” Jack said from the corner. “This is better than I’d hoped for. All I wanted to know was who killed me, and you did one better, you brought me back to life!”
Who killed him? Oh, yeah, about that, I wasn’t sure if I could tell him his beloved wife killed him. Perfect time for a little one on one with Rand.
His wife killed him. I’m not sure we should say anything about it.
Rand’s gaze jumped from Jack to me and he raised a brow. I wasn’t sure if he was surprised due to the situation or the fact that I was teleconnecting with him.
I don’t think he’s much concerned with it. We can discuss it later…Are you alright? Christ, you scared me.
I think I’m okay. Just a bit shocked.
“So, is this a success, then?” Christa asked. “Do we go back to L.A. tomorrow?”
Hmm, that was a good question. Was this a success or would Rand want to send Jack back? Did this break some sort of rule in the universe? I had no idea. And if Rand did want to send Jack back, how would he? I didn’t think he’d just kill Jack, that didn’t seem the right thing to do.
“I don’t know what to do at the moment,” Rand said.
“I’m not going back,” Jack interrupted, and his gaze rested on me. “That little fox brought me back an’ I’m obliged to ya, ma’am.” He inclined his head toward me.
Little fox?
What do we do now? I asked Rand.
I don’t know. I thought it was going to be a simple matter of finding out who killed him. Now, I’m not sure what I’m going to tell my friend.
Your friend?
The woman who hired me is his daughter.
Well this was quite the quandary—would the daughter be pleased her long dead father was now alive and probably three times younger than she was? Or would I be in a serious pile of crap?
“What are we doin’ sittin’ around here?” Jack asked. He stood up, then swayed as if he were a bit rocky on his feet and not used to the weight of his body. I guess being a ghost for nearly ninety years will do that to you.
It was just a matter of time before Christa chimed in. I gave her less than five seconds.
“Yeah! We should go out!” It had taken her about two seconds.
“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea…” Rand started, looking at me h a f he thought I needed some recuperation time. At least someone was thinking about me.
Jack neared the door and threw off Rand’s caution with a wave of his jelly-like arm. Apparently, Jack didn’t realize that if Rand didn’t want him to leave, he wasn’t going to.
“There’s a whole city alive out there that I haven’t seen in nearly one hundred years…” Jack began. Christa was right beside
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