She'd been here at the chameleons' compound less than two weeks, and she wasn't so sure anymore. It had felt like the right thing to do at the time. Like her decision to leave Shadow Falls, the camp/recently turned boarding school for paranormal teens. Lately it felt like she was winging her whole damned life, and making a fine mess of things, too. Winging everything, in fact: ghost whispering, being a supernatural, being someone's girlfriend. Oh, wait, she didn't have a freaking rule book, or guidelines. Okay, was there something written in the rule books about a ghost whisperer having to be polite to obnoxious spirits? Kylie twisted the cloth napkin she'd placed in her lap. And I'm trying to eat, so would you mind leaving? They were communicating telepathically, and considering the topic being discussed, that was probably for the best. The spirit, a female, dark flowing hair, in her early thirties, stopped in mid-swing and stared directly at Kylie. And proper people probably wouldn't appreciate an uninvited ghost getting their dining room walls bloody. Her newfound family members were … good people, but a tad on the proper side. Kylie Galen looked up from the slice of pepperoni pizza on the fine china plate and tried to ignore the ghost swinging the bloody sword right behind her grandfather and great-aunt.
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