They’d been back for hours, but she hadn’t fully woken, spending most of the time mumbling incoherently in her sleep. Brandon had been reluctant to leave without a trip to the hospital but had finally agreed when Cal had promised to call the man in the morning, subtly reminding him that the previous doctor hadn’t diagnosed the possession. Cal had also promised not to go back to the house without notifying him, though they both knew it was inevitable. They might have stopped the ghost from claiming Jordan tonight, but that didn’t mean anyone was truly safe. Jordan’s parting words echoed in his head, the truth of them leaving a bad taste in his mouth. While he hoped the accusation had been the ghost talking and not Jordan, he couldn’t fully shake the idea that somewhere deep inside she blamed him for Dave’s death. That he was only fooling himself if he thought she could love the man responsible for taking her only family away from her. Cal ran a shaky hand through his hair, sparing a glance at the book.
