Kick The Candle (Knight Games) by Genevieve Jack Page A

stainless steel drain like blood in my silver bowl, and an answer popped into my head from somewhere deep inside. “There’s something of the ghost left in you. Your soul was as close to dead as anyone gets and lives to talk about. You’ve glimpsed the other side of the veil. It remains thin for you.”
    He wiped a hand over his face. “That sounded like the witch talking.”
    “I think it was.”
    “So, I’m a medium or something?”
    “Or something.” I gave him an empathetic frown over my shoulder. “I can do some research in the Book of Light if you want me to.”
    He nodded. The dustpan was full, and he nudged me aside to empty it into the garbage can under the sink. Standing hip to hip, I noticed the scruff along his jaw and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, features ghost Logan hadn’t had. He was really human again.
    “What else aren’t you telling me?” he asked. Ghost or not, his green eyes blazed just as bright. I ignored the subtle pang of attraction his look elicited and turned away to finish wiping the counter.
    “There’s a guy trying to buy my house out from under me and a recent influx of supernatural baddies in Carlton City. Rick and I can hardly keep up.”
    Logan groaned.
    “My sentiments exactly.”
    He returned the cleaning supplies to their place under the sink and stretched to open the little cabinet door over the fridge. When he returned, there was a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. “We’re going to need something stronger than wine.”
    By the time I finished wiping, two shot glasses had appeared next to the bottle. He poured. “Do you think the two are related?”
    I blinked once, twice.
    He downed his shot and plunked the glass down on the counter. His lips pressed together for a moment, then he pointed a finger at me. “What if Julius isn’t trying to woo you but distract you?”
    I raised eyebrows.
    The pointed finger waved deliberately. “He needs to distract you while he searches for the Book of Flesh and Bone . He does this by sending someone to buy your house, then planting the seed of doubt in your head about Rick. Maybe returning the money wasn’t about the money at all but about giving Gary the chance to drop that little emotional bomb on you. Meanwhile, he’s calling in his buddies to help him look for Satan’s grimoire while you reel from all the shit he’s thrown your way.”
    For a moment, I tried to digest that, taking interest in the whiskey on the counter. “You may be right. I had the sense he was trying to stir the pot, but it doesn’t change that what he said was true. Rick admitted as much. Unfortunately, if Julius wanted to shake me up, he did a good job. I can’t let this go. I need to know the truth.”
    “Even if you can’t change it? You can’t go back. You’ve accepted your role, and Rick is your caretaker. Finding out that he manipulated you and had a hand in Gary’s fate isn’t going to change your dependence on each other. Believe me, I’d like to think that it could for my own selfish reasons, but it won’t.”
    His eyes burned into me, and I looked toward the shot snuggled in my grip for release from the heat. The conversation was veering toward dangerous territory. Again, I’d let Logan in too deep without taking into consideration his feelings for me, feelings I knew in my heart I couldn’t return. I nudged my full shot in his direction. “Sorry, I can’t partake. Getting ridiculously drunk with you sounds magically delicious at this point, but I need to get home while I’m sober enough to drive. I have to work in the morning.”
    “Ah. Sick people don’t stop coming to the hospital because a vampire is threatening to take over the city.”
    I laughed. “Unfortunately, no. Plus, if you’re right about Julius, I’ve got to get to my attic and make a plan. Tainted or not, the money will help. I’ll use it as a down payment and buy my house.”
    Collecting my arctic outfit from the sofa, I stepped into my