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with pans, so Ian often washed them for me. The vampire came across as very haughty, but he wasn’t too good to do dishes, which I liked.
    “Are you sure Luis knew nothing about my body?” I asked Ian for maybe the millionth time. “He could have had his mind wiped like what you did to him and Clark before.” Ian had made it so Luis didn’t remember discovering I was a ghost, and Clark didn’t recall that I knew about the discs before he told me. I didn’t like the ability Ian had over us humans—or rather those humans still in their body—but it had come in handy for me. At my prompting, Ian had gone to the police station with me to question Luis Riley about where my body was since he was the one who killed George Walsh. He might have seen what happened or even had my body locked in a secret chamber on life support. At least I hoped I was on life support and not officially dead.
    “It is unlikely,” Ian said. “For one, I would sense another vampire if one entered Summit’s Edge, and there are few other types of creatures who could so completely wipe a mind that I could not pull the memories from him.”
    I shifted where I stood and studied the handsome man in front of me. Ian spoke such facts about himself with ease. Well, the things he chose to share with me. Otherwise, if I asked a question about him, he clamed up as if I had never spoken. I tended to get the hint in those instances.
    “You can sense other vampires?” My chest felt tight.
    “There are none in Summit’s Edge. They sense my presence as much as I sense theirs.”
    My eyes widened. “Are you saying you all don’t like living together?”
    “ I do not.”
    “Oh.” I set plates on the table and dished food onto them for each of us. After that I poured myself a cup of tea, the easiest for me to pretend to drink, milk for Jake, and wine for Ian, which he did consume. “What about a human?”
    “A human?”
    “Luis could have been hypnotized.”
    Ian’s mouth quirked up on one side and then straightened as if he hid a smile. “He was not hypnotized.”
    “How do you know? He could—”
    “Liberty.”
    No one called me Liberty except Ian, and I couldn’t break him of the habit for the life of me. Ian had his habits, and he did not take kindly to others disturbing them. So why did he accept me, and by extension Jake? I had asked him, but he only admitted to having drunk my blood before I lost my body, and he did not like to switch sources. I thought Ian hoped I would find myself soon so he could make me his juice box again. I had no intention of letting that happen.
    “A human cannot keep me from the information I desire.”
    “Fine.”
    We sat down to eat, and when we were done, I dumped a napkin full of food into the trash. Tonight, I hadn’t had to make much effort to hide my inability to eat because Jake woofed down his meal and excused himself from the table. While I cleaned the kitchen, Ian and Jake talked books in Ian’s library room. When I picked up the scorched pot, Ian appeared at my side as if he sensed what I was doing. He made short work of the scrubbing, and then the three of us spent an enjoyable evening playing games and reading.
    All too soon, it was time to put Jake to bed. I took him home and did so. Monica sat before the TV in my living room, and I leaned over to give her a hug and kiss.
    “Eek, that’s weird,” she exclaimed.
    “What is?”
    She twisted to face me. “Your kiss. It always feels like… I don’t know.”
    “Am I creepy?”
    “No, of course not!”
    I didn’t believe her, but my mind was on other things. “Okay, well us creeps are going for an evening stroll.”
    Monica smirked. “Mm-hmm.”
    “It’s not like that, Monica.”
    “I didn’t say anything.”
    I waved and stepped into the hall of my home. As soon as I did, I winked out and passed through my front door. Ian timed his exit from his own house, and I floated along beside him as he headed down the street. This was another