Page 103 of The Ghost and the Graveyard (Knight Games 1)
Logan waited exactly where I'd left him, the roast covered on the stove. "I kept it warm for you," he said.
My heart melted, and I let it show in my smile. No sense letting it go to waste. I'd think more clearly on a full stomach. I needed all of the clarity I could get. "Thank you." I fixed myself a plate. "This looks too good to eat in here. Dining room?"
Logan agreed and followed me to the table.
"I'm sorry I was so hard on you earlier. This is great, Logan. Of all the ghosts I know, you are the best cook."
"I'm the only ghost you know."
"Not true. I know Prudence. But regardless, of all the people I know, you are the best cook. Whoever you were in life, you could cook."
"I wish I knew if that were true," Logan said.
The comment made me wonder, if I decided against being the witch, would Logan eventually forget how to cook? Just thinking about it made me eat slower and savor every bite.
"I'm sensing a change in you. Have you decided?"
"No, not yet."
"But you're considering it. You're considering being with him." A dark wave of smoke swirled through Logan, the jealousy rolling off him and filling the room with the scent of burnt toast.
"I don't like the idea of being with Rick. He lied to me and manipulated my memories to take advantage of me physically."
"Did he hurt you?" Logan fumed.
"No. But he did enough, and although I consented, I did so without understanding how our connection was influencing me. I don't know if I would have made the same choices without it."
"That bastard. I wouldn't do that to you, Grateful." Logan's green eyes smoldered.
"I know. You've always been completely honorable."
"So then, don't be with him."
"I'm beginning to see, there's no other way. The witch is in me, like it or not. When that demon attacked me tonight, it made me realize I can choose not to accept my power, but I can't choose not to be the witch. She's part of who I am."
"It doesn't have to be."
"Yes. It does. I can see people's souls, Logan. Not to mention, I can't let you stay in limbo forever. "
"If you sort me, we'll never see each other again. "
Just thinking about Logan gone for good was a red-hot poker directly though the chest. My heart was skewered, roasting over the thought. I rubbed the ache and was happy for my nurse's brain. It allowed me to see beyond the emotional pain to the logical argument. "If I remain human, I'll eventually die, but you could be here for eternity."
"I don't care. I'm willing."
"Until I die, another witch can't replace me. Red Grove will become a very dangerous place, for all of us."
He had no answer for that. His eyes closed against the words, squeezing them shut as if he could hide from the truth behind his nonexistent eyelids.
"And, there's something else. I'm not sure how I feel about you, Logan. I haven't known you long enough to know. Frankly, I think your feelings for me have more to do with who I was in my past life than you will admit. You can sense I'm the sorter. Your soul is drawn to my latent power. It may feel like more, but..it's not."
"But I am sure."
"How can you be when you don't even know who you are?"
He flashed against the wall, broke apart, and then came back together. "That was a low blow."
"I'm sorry. It needed to be said."
