Page 128 of The Ghost and the Graveyard (Knight Games 1)
"Rick? Guess again, Grateful." Rick's lips moved, but Logan's voice came out.
"Logan, what are you doing? Get out of his body!" I slapped Rick's shoulder as if I could knock Logan out of him.
"Isn't this what you wanted? A little bit of both of us? Not to have to choose?" Logan's voice was venomous.
"Logan, this is wrong. Get out!" I tried to thrust my power into him but what was a hurricane last night came out of me a tiny puff of air.
Logan laughed. "Sun's still up, sweetheart. It takes practice to be able to use your power during the day, or so Prudence told me. Besides, if you really want me out, all you have to do is ask."
"Please, Logan. Please get out of Rick."
A cloud of dark smoke filtered from Rick's mouth until a transparent Logan stood beside a very pissed-off caretaker.
"I will send you over myself, foul vapor!" Rick growled. He raised his hand, preparing to strike.
I placed myself between the two of them and held up my hands. "Everyone, relax. I will do the sorting in this house," I said to Rick. I turned toward Logan. "No matter how much a certain soul deserves the underworld."
"I would prefer the underworld to watching the woman I love be with another man for eternity. It's torture, Grateful, torture. You let me taste you. Not just the sex but our conversations, our dates. Did you think I'd be happy to live forever in this house, watching you come and go with...with him? Don't threaten me with hell. This is hell." He flickered out and receded into the corner, nothing but a glowing orb.
"Easy enough to do as you please," Rick seethed. "I'll send you to the underworld and put you out of your misery."
"Rick! Stop! Logan isn't a bad person. He doesn't belong in hell. I saw that much last night." I pressed my hand against Rick's chest, his bare-naked chest. I couldn't help myself. I glanced down his body, to the heavy length between his legs, and a current of desire zinged through me.
"Oh, spare me," Logan said.
Rick backed off, taking forced interest in the window.
"Look, Logan, I'm sorry. I do like you and have enjoyed your company." I placed my fists firmly on my hips. "But as I've said before, I consider what happened an accident."
Logan groaned. Rick sputtered something under his breath that sounded like "no accidents."
"Besides, now that I'm the witch, a romantic relationship with you would be inappropriate anyway. It would be like a teacher dating a student. I'd be taking advantage of you in a way."
"You've got to be kidding. Is this the spiel you tell yourself to get to sleep at night?" The lights in the room flickered.
"You heard the lady. She's not interested," Rick said through his teeth.
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."
