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the Big Kahuna’s naughty list, my friend. That means you did some freaky-deaky crap while you were alive, thus marking your ass for Hell. Shit I don’t want to know about because to not even be given the opportunity to choose means you broke some serious commandments. And now, I do believe, that ends our discussion.”
    She waved a hand at Marcella, using her other to pat her friend’s thigh. “Okay, do your thang, friend.” Delaney rose, making her way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen with Marcella right behind her.
    “Um, consultation, please, O Ghost Transmitter.”
    “Consult.”
    Marcella wiggled her finger at Delaney, summoning her closer so she could bring her lips to Delaney’s ear. “What thing ?” she hissed in a whisper. “ Aye Chihuahua! You know I don’t have a thing, D. I suck at things. I’m just the talker in this relationship of ours. You know, the one who shows up when a spirit is waffling and convinces them that all that glitters isn’t necessarily golden down under? I don’t know how to get rid of him any more than you do. His skill level, if he’s telling the truth about only being three months old, is probably on par with mine.”
    Delaney leaned into Marcella and snickered. “And you’ve been around forevah. Slacker.”
    Marcella’s accent grew thicker as her temperature rose. “Aye, mi amiga . It means fair fight. Which means I could break a nail, or worse, ruin my dress. Which isn’t from Target. So do not even start this with me, ju—ju—”
    “Oh, look. The chick from Hell’s still here.” Kellen interrupted them with his dry remark from around the corner of her kitchen. Her dogs skittered over the linoleum floor, skipped giving Marcella the stink eye because she never let them jump on her cute dresses, ignored Delaney altogether, and headed straight to her bedroom to the corner Clyde was still in.
    Marcella rested a hand on the countertop, sucking in her cheeks before facing Kellen. “Oh, look, it’s the crankiest man in the world, and you’re not even wearing plaid pants and scheduling colonos copies yet. You’re like an old man with hemorrhoids, Kellen Markham. Cranky, cranky, cranky. And pissy. Definitely pissy.”
    Delaney instantly stepped between them, placing a hand on the wall of Kellen’s chest. They bickered from time to time, and on most days it was pretty frickin’ funny. Very transparent, but still very funny. Today, it just added to the chaos. “Not now, you two. Don’t give me more shit to deal with. We have bigger fish to fry. Like Clyde here.” She thumbed a finger over her shoulder. “Save the witty potshots at one another for some other time, and help me figure this out.”
    Kellen planted a hand on her shoulder, gripping it with light pressure. “He’s here?”
    Delaney clucked her tongue. “Yep. Tied up in the bedroom. Courtesy of the chick from Hell. So knock it off or the next visit you pay me might be while flames lick your keister.”
    “And he claims he’s here to torment Delaney,” Marcella added, her gaze scanning Delaney’s face. “I didn’t say anything in front of him, but care to explain a statement like that? Lowly demon or not, he was sent here for you, missy. We’ve run into a demon or two in our time, but never one with the express intent of making you his target. Your thoughts, O Wise One?”
    Kellen and Delaney exchanged glances before Delaney shrugged her shoulders. “Nope. Not a clue. Which is all the more reason he has to go.”
    Kellen’s face grew stiff, his grip tightening on her shoulder. “I guess it does me no good to tell you I’ll kick his ass if you want, seeing as he can flambé me with fireballs, huh?”
    Marcella popped her glossed lips. “Better watch out. I just might help him.”
    Kellen didn’t even give Marcella a glance over his shoulder. He always talked about her in third person, knowing full well it left Marcella feeling dismissed. “Does she really have to be here?”
    Marcella