Rhapsody for a Wolf
Are our modern buildings as insubstantial-seeming to her as ghosts are to us?
I’ve never met a ghost who could talk, but can I find a ghost who can write, and ask? Would that make them a ghost writer? I can’t help my giggle this time, then hurriedly explain to Mary before she starts to think about being offended.
“Did you hear about the fight with the vampires?” I ask, when I am sitting on a kitchen chair and Mary is perched somewhere in the right place above another one. She nods her head. “The vampires wanted to hurt my Mate, Aiden. I don’t know if you saw him when he visited?” She nods again. “They were keeping a little girl prisoner as well,” I add, then hurry on. “But she’s safe now, an
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