“Peter’s coming,” my ghost said franticly in my ear. “Can you stall?”
I shook my head slightly so I wouldn’t catch my would-be kidnapper’s attention.
“Damn it,” he muttered.
He sounded afraid, which wasn’t good. My ice ghost never sounded scared. Ever.
I was towed out the open front door and down the brick steps, the ghost walking quickly after us. My uncle’s grip on my wrist was strong and tight, he wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon. The ghost had a nice grip, of course, on my other wrist.
“Tell your ghost if he tries anything or tells anyone where you’re going, I’ll kill you.”
The temperature dropped but he didn’t stop walking. He led me over to a truck that was parked closer than I imagine it would be.
“Get in the truck.”
He opened the door and stood there while I got in. He shut the door and walked around the front while he stared at me the whole time. I knew it was stupid to even try but I grabbed for the door handle.
There wasn’t one.
“Try to stay calm,” my ghost said.
“He’s going to kill me. I can feel it.”
“No. Don’t even say that.”
The driver’s door opened and he got in, slamming the door closed. He didn’t put his seat belt on, just started up the truck and put it into reverse.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked.
“Do you really think I’m that stupid?” He backed up enough to clear the car in front of him. “I know your ghost is still here.”
“How?”
“The air around him is displaced. You’re strong if you can help him gain an outline, just like she said you’d be.”
“Are you going to kill me?” I looked at him instead of out the windshield.
He looked like my father. Now that I knew what my father looked like, I could see the distinct resemblance. It wasn’t strong but it was enough to make me tear up.
“Yes. I am.”
“Why?”
He didn’t say anything else just put the truck in drive and took off down the street.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes. You know you don’t have to do it. I’ll just give you the money. There’s no need for…”
“I can’t take your money without exchanging it for something.”
“I’m here to make sure you and Cassie have everything you need. I’m supposed to keep you safe.”
She frowned at him, her hazel eyes boring into his.
“Fitz never should’ve asked you to do this. I can take care of myself and my child. I think I’ve proven that.”
“He didn’t have to ask. I wanted to.” He smiled. “Besides, I got to see my niece grow up. What more could an uncle ask for?”
That got a brief smile out of her. Over the years he hardly ever saw her smile. The only time it really happened was when Cassie was around but the second that beautiful little girl was out of sight, the worry lines and sadness reflooded Maggie’s face.
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Banish Me
Teen FictionThere’s something different about Cass. Everyone in her hometown knew about it because they were like her too. She's a witch of the South, truth teller, and Daughter of the Earth. And she sees ghosts, not her favorite past time. After her mother's m...
