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me,” Emma added.
    “Actually it makes a lot of sense,” I said. “We don’t want to arouse suspicion. Going as couples, rather than as a group, is the logical thing to do. Right Cal?”
    “Right,” Cal said.
    It would also mean I may even have a few minutes of peace and quiet for the drive over to the cemetery. Emma was shooting me daggers, but right now I was much more concerned about keeping my sanity. I wasn’t kidding about potentially freaking out at the funeral. In my world funeral homes, graveyards, cemeteries, and hospitals were the stuff of nightmares. There tends to be a concentration of spirit activity in these places and I had discovered it was best to avoid such areas.
    Now I was planning on jumping from the frying pan right into the fire. Not my best plan ever, but what’s a girl to do? My friends were in danger and I was willing to take the risk if it meant I could save more lives. Heck, consider it a preemptive strike on the creation of more spirits. It was a logical, strategic plan of action, right? Then why do I feel like I have enormous vampire bats fluttering around my stomach?

Chapter 6
     
     
    Cal had ordered Simon to go with Emma and carry the stack of werewolf books to the van for her. He was still at the counter flirting with the ever smiling redhead as Calvin and I ducked out the front. Cal was carrying the books on spirit wards, but still managed to hold the door for me. Always the gentleman.
    The chill night air felt soothing on my face and I hoped I wasn’t getting a fever. The headaches were bad enough. I definitely didn’t need a cold to slow me down. I could smell wet leaves and wood smoke and realized the burning brownie smell had lessened. Perhaps my ghost was taking a nap? Did spirits sleep? If so, what did they dream about?
    “Penny for your thoughts,” Cal said quietly. There was something about the empty rain dampened street that invited silence though his whispering may have been a side effect of too much library time.
    “I was wondering if ghosts ever sleep,” I said with forced jocularity. My voice sounded harsh and thunderous and I mentally tuned myself down a notch or three. “If androids dream of electric sheep, does that mean ghosts dream of spectral livestock?”
    “If I followed your logic, then I’d dream of chasing sheep rather than counting them,” Cal said. He had a point. “Which reminds me, I’m starving. Want to stop for a bite? Maybe I can find some lamb chops.”
    “That’s baaaaaaad,” I joked.
    Cal groaned and led the way to his truck. After depositing the books safely behind his seat he walked around to open the passenger door for me. I tossed my overburdened backpack onto the passenger floor and turned back to Cal. Looking up at him, his head a halo of golden light beneath the streetlight, I reached up and gave him a kiss. My angel may have teeth and claws, but he was an angel all the same.
    *****
    After picking up take-out Thai food, Cal drove me home. I was about to invite him inside when I noticed my parents’ cars were both in the driveway. I hadn’t realized how late it had become.
    “See you at school tomorrow?” I asked.
    “Most definitely,” Cal answered. “Need a ride?”
    “Most definitely,” I said, leaning in for one last goodnight kiss.
    When we finally came up for air, Cal jumped out and retrieved the books from behind his seat. I was feeling all dreamy and had forgotten all about them. He carried them to the front door and helped me get them inside before leaving.
    “Goodnight Yuki,” Cal whispered. “Sweet dreams.”
    I closed the door behind him and turned the lock. The house was dark and quiet so I tiptoed up the stairs to my room, juggling the books and my bag of take-out food, while trying not to bump into anything. I was largely unsuccessful, but my parents didn’t come out into the hall so I figured they were still asleep. I felt my way to the bed and when my shins hit the mattress I dumped the books onto