Do you love romances which have paranormal elements? Ghosts? Danger? I do. I'm in love with the paranormal genre. Reading them, I have a belief that life is more than just our time on Earth. I like to believe I will see my family again and that after death, I will spend time with my husband again. Books like Awaken from Death give me the hope...
Will they discover the truth of their ancient connection before it destroys them both?
Ilona continues to struggle with loss, as well as trying to find where she fits in with other people, if she ever really will. She starts taking dangerous risks.
Archer is desperate to protect Illona and discovers more about himself in the progress. When Ilona is in danger of being mauled by a dog, he desperately tries something that shouldn’t be possible. And yet he succeeds.
This is just the beginning of his discovery of who—what—he truly is.
She caught a glimpse of him as he made a right down another hall. A few seconds later, she made the same right. This hall was less crowded. She could see as Brodan glanced around, but obviously didn’t see her, and ducked into a classroom.
She walked quickly around a group of guys talking. A couple of them watched her as she passed but didn’t say anything—she was starting to get the impression the other students thought she was like a pet of Will and his friends. Whatever.
At the doorway where Brodan had disappeared, she paused. A part of her felt like some freak stalker, but another part knew there was something odd going on.
She walked into the classroom, empty but for tall, blond Brodan standing by the teacher’s desk, faced away from her.
Then his coloring changed, darkened.
She watched, confused, as another boy stepped back, as if separating himself from Brodan. This other boy had dark hair and wore a black jacket.
Brodan shook his head and looked around the room, obviously confused. The other boy stood there and watched, still turned away from Ilona. As Brodan glanced around, she realized he couldn’t see the other boy. The ghost. But she’d thought Soll was the only one who could do that.
“What’s going on?” she asked. “Who are you?”
Brodan turned and looked at her. “Ilona.”
The other boy tensed, and she guessed he was about the make a jump.
“Don’t,” she demanded.
He stayed but didn’t turn.
“Ilona,” Brodan said. “What’s going on?”
She realized he had no idea he’d been possessed. “Do you feel all right?” she asked.
“Yeah.” He glanced around. “But I don’t remember why I came in here.”
“Other than that, you’re not…confused?” Soll had made people go insane when he’d possessed them. If this ghost had messed with Brodan’s head, she was going to find a way to kick his ass.
“No,” Brodan said. “We were talking, and then I walked away from you for some reason. Maybe I should go to the nurse’s office or some shit.”
“I don’t think you should.” They’d think he was going nuts, which she wasn’t positive he wasn’t, but he wasn’t acting crazy like Soll’s victims had. “Just go to your next class. We’ll talk later.”
“Yeah,” he said. “All right. See you later.” He walked past her out of the room.
Ilona glared at the ghost. He was wearing the same kind of clothes Nex did. Maybe this was a member who’d died?
“Did Soll teach you how to do that?” Her voice was cold.
He shook his head, not enough to allow her to see the side of his face.
She moved closer. Something about his frame seemed familiar—maybe this boy was what caused Brodan to seem familiar…but that would mean he’d been present the other two times she’d talked to Brodan, that she’d never talked to Brodan only.
“You belonged to Nex in life,” she said, “didn’t you?”
He hesitated and then nodded.
“I’m not going to let you torment people,” she said. “You may as well just move on.”
He was quiet and still.
She continued slowly closer. “Why won’t you talk?”
Several quiet seconds passed.
Finally, he said, “Because I made you a promise.”
She stopped moving and stared. No, he’s gone. It can’t be him.
Musings from Michigan