I looked her up and down and she blushed slightly. I should say something, my nature was to rub it in, but this night had been what felt like one massive hallucination, so why mess even more with someone? “What is it now?” I sighed, tugging my top down. “Godzilla? Zombies? Vampires and werewolves, oh my!” “No. Arthur’s up and cruising for his final six souls.” “And what will sixteen get him again?” Sean asked, subtly kissing my neck. Not so subtly that my neck didn’t tingle and break out in goose bumps. “Retribution, mostly,” she said. “Ah, no moving into the white light? No crossing over? No butterflies and angel wings?” Roxy shrugged. “I can only tell you what he’s giving me. Which is mostly incoherent as far as thought and is more feelings. Remember, he was killed by his sister, had no justice, and then his mother—fearful of the haunting and the activity in the home—basically is the one who called in some voodoo woman and had him trapped in that box in the basement for a few decades.”
