Page 126 of The Ghost and the Graveyard (Knight Games 1)
I rolled my eyes at the dramatics. "I'll try again to send you home, Logan, but I can't make any promises. Until we find a way to sort your soul, I think we'll just have to make the best of it."
"What does making the best of it mean for you and me?"
"Honestly, I don't know, and I don't think I should have to decide right now," I answered.
Logan shook his transparent head in exasperation.
"Even if you were alive and standing in front of me, a flesh-and-blood man, I wouldn't know what our future would hold. So how can I give you any guarantees when we don't know for sure where you'll be tomorrow?"
Logan didn't get a chance to respond. A knock at the door heralded Michelle's entrance, her eyes skipping around in her best attempt not to look at Rick's assets.
"I'm gonna hit the road, Grateful. Thanks for the memories," she said.
"You're not upset with me about this, are you?" Why would she be upset? What's a little vampire possession between friends?
"Manny's going to be pissed I didn't come home last night, but I definitely don't blame you. For Pete's sake, you have enough to worry about."
I threw my arms around her and hugged her tight. "You're the best. Let me know if I can help you with whatever you decide to tell Manny."
"Oh, you can help. In fact, he may hate you once he learns you made me work a double for you last night."
"Fair is fair." I smiled and walked her to the door.
"See you tomorrow."
I started to close the door behind her.
"Oh, and Grateful?"
"Yes?"
"The thing about Manny is that I know even now that he'll forgive me. Marriage is about trust. You have to trust the other person more than anyone, even yourself sometimes, or the relationship doesn't stand a chance. Promise me you won't rush into anything on my account. I'd never forgive myself."
"I promise. But thanks for the reminder."
She nodded and headed for her car. I marched back upstairs to tell Rick I was ready to find Marcus. I didn't have time to analyze my feelings for Rick and Logan. I needed to kill the vampire who'd possessed my best friend and murdered me a lifetime ago.
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Anxiety checked into Hotel Grateful the moment I woke up. When Michelle's life was at stake, becoming the witch seemed like the obvious thing to do. But now in the light of day, I realized what I'd done. Let's just say I could forgive myself for having sex with a virtual stranger by intellectualizing that I'd been married to him in a past life, and we shared each other's thoughts. The sex was incredible, after all, and people had gone farther on less.
But even if I could set the sex aside, I did magic that involved cutting myself. I drank Rick's blood. Even for me that was pretty racy. I hadn't done anything evil. On the contrary, I'd cast out a vampire and sent Prudence to heaven. But what did becoming the witch mean for my soul? I was in uncharted territory here.
What now? If I wasn't able to send Logan back, I'd be obligated to include him in my life. It wasn't like either of us could move out.
But it was obvious Rick wanted more from our relationship. Hell, he wanted to get married. I was twenty-two years old. I wasn't ready to be married. To be honest, I wasn't sure I was ready to have made such a lifetime commitment as becoming the witch.
Speaking of lifetime commitments, there was something I needed to know about Rick-the sooner, the better. I turned over within his arms and was startled to find his eyes open and watching me. "Oh, you're awake!"
"Yes," he whispered. "I don't need to sleep like you do."
"You don't sleep?"
"I do, but I don't need the amount that you do. Not if I'm well fed. A few hours a week is sufficient."
I thought he was joking, but his face gave no hint of humor. The light filtered through the lace curtains and washed over the hard bones of his jaw, the crooked line of his mouth, sharp cheekbones, and clear gray eyes. Without thinking, I ran my hand up his body, from his stomach to the scar on his chest. My fingers lingered there, teasing the raised flesh as if it were the most natural position in the world. His gray eyes widened.
"I need to ask you something."
