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"Belle is dead, but you're the one who's guilty. You fell for her, didn't you? You didn't even realize it, but you loved her." I listened to their exchange, and it all seemed like some sick joke. Grayson loving me? That was the most absurd thing I had ever heard. Grayson locked Alice and kept her starved for three days, only giving her water to keep her alive. I found the whole thing too ridiculous. Late regrets and empty affection were worth less than dirt. While I was still alive, he treated me like garbage, and now, dead as I was, it felt like this charade was put on for the benefit of ghosts.

I rolled my eyes at him, and he laughed. “Back when we played truth or dare, you said you’ve seen ghosts that know me.” “A ghost,” He corrected, “Just one. And no, I will not tell you who they are or what they had to say.” “But—” His eyes flicked up, meeting my own. “The dead rarely make sense. Most of the time they’re confused, reliving the days leading up to their deaths. Theres a reason we’re cut off from them. I’m just the unfortunate exception.”

“If I remember correctly, you forgot the water because you were on the phone with Evangeline and you were watching that drama show of yours. The one with the doppelgänger’s and those British Vampires.” “It was the season finale.” I said, exasperated. Seriously, did none of these men get it? Pausing, I scowled at him. “Wait, a second. The British Vampires didn’t even come in until the next season. I never watched that one around you.” Ghost’s brows shot up. “The fuck? Caius likes Vamp chick-flicks?” I gasped and pointed at him. “You watched it! No way. What team are you on? Vampire or Werewolf? Damon or Stefan?”

This isn’t just a party — it’s a goddamn masquerade of killers and liars. Mafia kings, cartel lords, their mistresses, and enemies in disguise. Everyone in here has killed people or sent someone to die. Everyone is armed, even when pretending to flirt. Men with tattoos that tell stories of loyalty and blood. Women with eyes like poison. And me? I’m the ghost they’ve heard of but never seen. I felt the heat of every eye on my ass as I glide through the hall. Good. Let them look. I reach for a glass of champagne from a passing tray and take a sip. Cold.

A word echoed in my mind. “Okay.” I let out a long sigh of relief. I felt like a hero who had successfully negotiated a truce. I was probably the first person in history to get a ghost to pay up. From that day on, Nathaniel genuinely started cutting back on using utilities. The TV stopped turning on by itself in the middle of the night. Our dinners were downgraded from a full-course meal to just a couple of simple dishes. Even though the meals were simpler, they still tasted as delicious as ever.

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

If Kai wants her to understand this topic clearly, he better tolerate her treating this like a tutoring session. "Because they can go on until death without being bothered by spirits. I've met quite a few people who can either see or sense ghosts being subjected to bullying, mostly children. As you have seen with the gandaruwa, they're not exactly pretty and that can cause immense paranoia alongside the occasional jump scares. It's either their paranoia as they're trying to adjust looking at spirits and ghosts or they make the ghosts their friends which make them weird in the eyes of others, you get the jist."

It wasn’t like he was going to be stepping into any big role right away like me. His old man goes by “Ghost” and I hope he’ll be like him. Ghost is kind of Grouch’s right hand. While I’m the enforcer, the one with the most flies, Ghost is usually the one who gets the guys that come into the basement. You’ll never see him coming until he’s putting zip ties on your wrists and a bag over your head. He’s a huge dude but he’s light footed and sneaky. Professional stalker is the term I use.

"But. . . but. . ." "Seriously, there's no such thing as ghosts, or witches, or witch hunters," Gina raged, reaching her limits of patience. "Those are just make-believe scary stories. Lame ones for that matter and if you're so scared by a story told by a sick, dumb girl then you don't deserve to be in the vampire team." "Okay, sheesh! There's no need to get all snappy," Katie said, stepping forward before she turned to the others. "Come on, guys. Let's get this done with."