Twisted Sisters (The Orion Circle Book 2) by Kimber Leigh Wheaton Page B

that’s better than her earlier despair. “He was found guilty on three counts of murder one, along with drug charges and kidnapping. He was executed by lethal injection in 1983.”
    “That answers one question,” I say, breaking a long silence. “We know why the spirits are so angry. But why are they so powerful?”
    “I have a theory on that as well,” Rebecca replies, snapping her laptop closed. “In 1998 the Orion Circle did a cleansing of the place. According to the file, they were unable to convince the spirits to move on and had to force them out. After three blessings and several smudgings, the activity ceased. But that was just your ordinary sentient haunting: footsteps, voices, things moving around. They did manifest at times and scare the crap out of the residents, but nothing like what they’re doing now.”
    Kacie clears her throat. “The spirit board brought them back. But from where?”
    “Purgatory? Limbo?” Rebecca pauses, her forehead furrowed in thought. “Like I said before, I think they go somewhere in between. Someplace where they have nothing to do but plot their return.”
    “So, Logan was right. We can’t force them out or they could return again even stronger,” Raven says with a visible shiver.
    “We need to cross them somehow,” Kacie says in a small voice. “Cross three nasty, powerful spirits.”
    “That’s your specialty, Cici.” Daniel glances at her with a sympathetic look. “Any ideas?”
    “Actually, yes, I have a good one.”

Chapter Thirteen — Lesser of Evils
    Chapter Thirteen
    Lesser of Evils

    Kacie
    Snaking my hand across the backseat, I grab Logan’s hand, lacing our fingers together. He squeezes my hand, and I glance up at him, losing myself in his eyes. But the moment passes quickly. His grin fades at my grim expression. When he opens his mouth to speak, I shake my head. I don’t want to talk about this madness now. After all, this field trip was my idea. How can I possibly walk up to a sixty-year-old woman and ask her to relive the event that ruined her life.
    It’s not fair.
    Life isn’t fair. I can hear Dad’s words in my mind clear as day. It was his answer to my preteen-angst tantrums. It didn’t take long for me to stop saying those words. As if sensing my thoughts, my phone vibrates. A text from Dad.
    Have you decided?
    I pull my hand from Logan’s with a pang of regret. No. I text back, hoping he’ll let it go. No such luck.
    It’s only a few days. Try.
    Damn. I can’t deal with this right now… not with three angry ghosts who relish using our inner turmoil against us.
    “What is it?” Logan asks, resting his hand on my thigh. His fingers play with the new hole formed from my skid across the pavement this morning.
    “He wants me to make a decision about her .”
    I don’t elaborate. Logan knows my estranged mother wants to come visit for a weekend. She bolted, left me behind without a word or a glance, unable to deal with my abilities. It’s only been two months since I discovered she had powers of her own. Sure her vision gave Logan the info he needed to save us from the Foxblood Demon. And, yeah, she apologized for leaving. But still…
    “I don’t know if I want to see her… you know, let her in again.” My tone is soft, timid, the hurt plain in each syllable.
    My phone vibrates again, this time a call. Logan gently takes the phone from my tight grasp.
    “Hi, Mr. Ramsey,” he says. It’s so quiet in the car, I can hear my dad’s voice but can’t make out the words. “We’re on our way to interview a client in a rather emotionally-charged case. Would it be okay to discuss this issue with Kacie tonight?”
    I glance over at Logan, a smile tugging at my lips despite my foul mood. He always sounds so formal when dealing with my father. It’s rather amusing. Dad talks for a minute or two‌—‌a long time for a yes.
    “I’ll talk to her, sir,” Logan says, nodding his head. “Thanks.” He hands the phone back, and I