took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Did Baba Yaga put you up to this?”
“Who?”
“Never mind.” Lina glanced behind her. The bathroom was empty except for her. She turned back to the mirror, where the ghost was plainly visible. “Why do you only come to me in mirrors? And why now, for cripes sake?”
“I always stayed with Liam before.”
Lina felt bad for the ghost, but that still didn’t answer her question. “Why pick now to appear to me?”
“I knew when you visited Liam that you were powerful. When he began his journey to our daughter, I sought you out. I was afraid to appear to you too soon.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t want you getting rid of me.”
It hadn’t even occurred to Lina that she had the ability to do that kind of thing. “I won’t get rid of you. Can you wait here just a minute?”
The ghost nodded.
Lina closed her eyes and did something she hadn’t done in over a year—she wished herself into Baba Yaga’s living room. When she looked around, she didn’t see anyone.
“Hey? Is anyone home?”
Silence greeted her.
“Crap,” she grumbled. “Hellooo?” she hollered again.
No reply.
She threw the front door open and yelled. “Hey, lady! You out there?”
Still no answer.
“Fudge.” Lina had no idea how to go about tracking down Baba Yaga if she wasn’t at her home.
It was, however, added to the top of her mental list of topic discussions next time she tracked the immortal woman down.
Lina opened her eyes and once again found herself standing in the Lyalls’ bathroom. Maureen Alexander’s ghost stared at her from the mirror. “Can we do this somewhere other than in bathrooms?” Lina asked her.
“I don’t know how. I’ve been following you around for a couple of weeks now. It’s the only way I know how to appear to you.”
“Do you have any special advice or insight? Like who or where Fat Boy is?”
Maureen shook her ghostly head.
“Great.” Lina let out an exasperated sigh. “Well, right now, I need to get back outside before one of my guys thinks I fell in and flushed myself. You and I will talk later. I need to help all of them get through this first. Dumping your existence on them, no offense, isn’t helpful at this moment. Get my drift?”
Maureen nodded and disappeared.
As Lina headed back out to the lanai, she hoped no other new powers suddenly sprang up anytime soon. She didn’t need more distractions right now.
* * * *
Elain called everyone back into the living room twenty minutes later. Ain could tell all three of them had been crying from the looks of their red eyes and swollen noses.
He engulfed Elain in a hug and kissed the top of her head. “Are you all right, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “I will be. I think. Ask me again tomorrow after I’ve gotten into the booze again. I think I might need it.”
He chuckled. “We’ll get you through this without you pickling your liver. I promise.”
Brodey and Cail gathered around her, too. “Yeah,” Brodey said. “If I can kick cockatrice ass, I can let you soggy up my shoulder.”
At least he managed to coax a small smile out of her.
“For now,” Ain said, “I think it would be wise if we all head for bed and get some sleep. Cail, please show Liam to a bedroom. Thank the Goddess we have a big house.”
Cail smiled. “Any more guests, and we can open our own B&B.”
* * * *
Elain dropped her clothes on the floor next to the closet, walked into the bathroom, and brushed her teeth. Then she used the bathroom, washed her hands, and returned to the bedroom. Without another word, she crawled into bed.
The men stared at her for a moment before starting to undress. “Are you really okay, sweetheart?” Ain asked. When he finished removing his clothes, he picked hers up from the floor and put them all in the hamper.
She closed her eyes. “No, I’m not okay,” she softly said. “I don’t know what I am, but okay isn’t even within
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