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you got started?” He watched her jaw tighten.
    “No.”
    There was a story there, but he’d have to get it later. Right now, he wanted to see this automatic writing in action. “So what do we do?”
    “We? We do nothing. You sit there, think about your brother and be quiet. I’ll be doing my best not to get possessed.”
    “Wait, what?”
    “Nothing,” she muttered.
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    Dee Carney
    He rested his hand on hers, preventing her from getting into a comfortable writing position. “Sabrina, is this dangerous?”
    Dark circles lined beneath her eyes, but she held his gaze. “Think about your brother and let’s get this over with. It’s a one-time offer.” A pause gripped his breath. Reluctantly though, his hand dropped and he gave her a curt nod. “Fine.”
    Only it wasn’t fine. What the hell was he thinking? Did she just mention something about getting possessed? This virtual stranger had no reason to help him, yet she was willing to work within the loose rules of the occult on his behalf. Rules he knew nothing about.
    He hadn’t thought this through at all. Maybe they both needed to take a step back, figure out what they were doing, and formulate some sort of game plan. If this didn’t involve Teddy, he wouldn’t be here at all. She didn’t need to be dragged into his family’s disaster.
    Second thoughts creeped over him like little spiders.
    “Sa—”
    Her eyes stared unseeing at him. No blinking. No movement.
    He edged closer, but nothing changed. She sat erect, the pen resting loosely in her right hand. Steady breathing. The pulse in her neck throbbing with a constant rhythm.
    Jesus, what had he gotten them into? He had more questions than answers, and the only person who could answer them sat trancelike before him.
    Everything happened so quickly, before his brain had a chance to process the changes. Sudden movement jerked his attention back to her. The pen moved. Quick, uncoordinated motions that resulted in jagged lines of ink marking the page.
    He held his breath, his focus riveted to the scrawl.
    Sabrina let out a soft whimper, a sound so erotic and wanton, his gaze snapped up to study her face once again. She regarded him with soft, half-lidded eyes. No, not him.
    The space in front of him.
    Her chin lifted through a blink so slow he thought her lids might remained closed.
    She opened her eyes at last, but they didn’t focus. Sabrina was in another place.
    “Sabrina?” he whispered.
    The pen began to scrawl across the paper again. As much as it pained him to do so, he left the comfort of scanning her face to figure out the meaning behind the pen’s movement. She wrote with strange, disjointed weaving lines that crossed each other backward and forward until the page filled with illegible scribble.
    She’d instructed him to focus and instead of thinking of Teddy, he’d become enthralled on the process of automatic writing. Shit.
    He plucked another page from where she’d gotten the first and replaced the insanely marked one with the stark-white page. The moment blue ink appeared on it, he pulled every memory he had of Teddy from within his psyche.
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    Intimate Whispers
    It still hurt to think of him as gone. Maybe if they’d been closer, like when Teddy was younger, before the problems began…
    Their mother said the nurses must have accidentally dropped him in a tub the day he was born. Teddy loved the water. Every type of water sport. Swam like a fish. His boat, purchased before he considered saving for a car, had been named The Mona Lisa .
    Teddy, with their father’s exuberant green eyes, of whom he’d been jealous. Whose smile had never quite reached his emerald gaze. Who became more sullen and withdrawn from all of them as the years passed.
    His brother, who he’d ultimately failed in the end.
    A woman’s sigh caressed his mind. Other sounds in the room sharpened to a fine point, scraping against the base of his spine like nails on a chalkboard.
    He opened his eyes, just now