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Fine. She probably didn’t want to know. Back to the crisis at hand. “I need a little more explanation about what the hell happened back there.”
    Holden took a deep breath. “Cole had a boundary spell around his storeroom. It’s like a protection spell against other forms of magic.” He shrugged. “Your demon tripped it.”
    “I did that? The shaking thing.” Her eyes hazed over. “That was real.” Just like the picture frames, the doors, and the lights…
    “What is in me?” She was proud her voice didn’t quiver at all, though her insides jiggled like gelatin.
    “A spell.”
    God, did she have to wrestle the information out of him? “Can you please elaborate?”
    Holden bowed his head. “We live in the human world.”
    “I’ve noticed.”
    He gave her a look of annoyance.
    “Sorry. Go ahead.” Becca mimed zipping her lip.
    “There is also a spirit realm where most spirits go after death.”
    She was itching to ask what happened to the other ghosts, the ones who didn’t go to the spirit realm, but she’d promised to shut up. So she clenched her jaw and nodded.
    “Angels exist in a higher plane,” he continued. “Demons exist in another. It’s a really difficult, complicated spell, but every once in a while a necromancer casts a demon into a person in our world.”
    She couldn’t be quiet anymore. “How?”
    “It’s not meant to happen. All the forces of heaven are behind this never happening. But with enough borrowed power a necromancer can pull it off. Temporarily.”
    “That’s what’s happening to me? That’s what you think?” And how did one reverse a possession? A Catholic priest? Herbs? A bubbling cauldron?
    “I don’t think it’s happening. It is. I can see it.”
    Becca’s ears rang. “See what?”
    “The spell. The demon.”
    “What does it look like?”
    Holden squinted at the air around her head. “I see the shadow of a demon hovering over your shoulders. And red spell marks.” He pointed with his finger. “Three of them.”
    “Why can’t I see it?”
    “Ms. Powell?” Damian marched into the room, still scribbling notes. “I found something.”

Chapter Three
    Becca followed Damian down the hall, Holden right behind her.
    “There is a definite presence in this room.” Damian bounced on his toes near the bed, just a sad mattress set on a no-frills metal frame. The pillows and Egyptian cotton sheets, though, were lush and expensive. She couldn’t forego every luxury.
    “There’s no doubt I can help you.” Damian smiled reassuringly. “Can I ask you some questions?”
    She leaned against the doorjamb while Holden situated himself in the center of the room. “Go ahead.”
    “Your father told me furniture moved by itself?” Damian made notes on his folded square of paper.
    “At my old house. Yes.”
    Damian looked confused. Maybe he’d never heard of a haunting that moved right along with the victim. Becca certainly hadn’t. Until it happened to her.
    “For now, let’s talk about this location.”
    “Okay.” Her gaze flickered over Holden. Something in his very blue eyes mesmerized her, and she didn’t look away as she answered Damian. “The lights go on and off by themselves. Doors open and close.” If Holden was really going to help her, he needed to know everything.
    “Mmmm. Any physical symptoms?”
    She kept eye contact with Holden. “Headaches. Bad headaches. I almost passed out today.”
    “Ahhh. Anything else?”
    “Nightmares,” she said. Holden nodded once in support, and the small kindness only messed with her already-unstable emotions. “Every night I’m being chased by an undead creature—a woman—a giant who wants to, uh.” Devour her. Inch by agonizing inch. “Anyway, they’re scary.”
    Lots of scribbling. “Anyone die on the property?”
    “Not that I know of.”
    “I’ll do a search of crimes in the neighborhood. Sometimes the strangest things pop up.” Damian stood, pocketing his paper. “There is a bad feeling