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tied up in it. I even wanted to get married here.” She rolled her eyes. “If Matthew ever proposes.”
    “I just need some time to do some research. We might need someone more experienced in dealing with . . . darker energies. And I’ve blocked off my other senses for a lot of years. I’m rusty. I’ll have to do some meditation, too.”
    Beth let loose a long, gusty sigh, her whole body seeming to deflate. “Okay. I’ll get some things and go stay with my mom.” She grinned. “Wouldn’t want to put a crimp in your social life.”
    Devon threw her arm around her friend’s shoulders and pulled her into a one-armed hug. “What social life?”

Chapter 7

    Ethan slid though the metal and glass into the passenger seat of Devon’s silver Hyundai. Devon opened the driver’s door wide and put her sandaled foot inside, her arm on the top of the window. “You sure you don’t need me to stay while you get some things?”
    Beth shook her head, the sunlight haloing her blonde hair. “Nah, I still have a ton of stuff at Mom’s. I’ll just grab my toiletries and head out.”
    Devon clicked her tongue. “Okay. Give me a call when you get there.”
    Beth wiggled her fingers and walked toward the wide front porch, heels clicking on the paving stones. “Will do.”
    Ethan studied Devon as she started the car. Her relationship with Beth was obviously long-standing. Even though she advertised her abilities, he could tell she hadn’t wanted to deal with the spirit at Beth’s for some reason. He liked the fact that she’d done so for her friend.
    He leaned back against the headrest, moving the light had taken everything he had.
    He’d tried for several minutes, almost giving up, until he’d remembered how the atmosphere had seemed to change in the second-story room when the vase had moved. The ghost—God, it felt ridiculous to even think the word, even if he was one—had somehow gathered energy from the room to move the small object. As before, he’d attempted to do the same, but couldn’t quite grasp the how of it. Then, in desperation, he’d simply imagined his hand solid as he pushed at the light and the fixture had moved.
    He sighed. He’d been pumped at his success, but now he felt wrung out and he still hadn’t really learned anything he could use.
    Back in the house, Ethan watched Devon snag a votive candle and some matches and take them to her bedroom. Must be going to meditate like she said to Beth.
    She planted the candle on the white laminate nightstand with a little plunk, as if she were reluctant to do this, but determined. The smell of sulphur dioxide tinged the air as she struck the match, but the wick ignited and the warm scent of vanilla soon dispelled the acrid odor.
    Devon sat on the bed, her shoulders rising and falling with a heavy sigh, tucked up her legs, tailor-fashion, and closed her eyes. A few moments passed and the muscles in her face relaxed, her shoulders slumped as if weighted.
    Ethan sank onto the little area rug she’d placed in front of the bed and studied her. How sick was it that just watching her meditate spread a blanket of calm over him? He should leave, but he felt anchored in place.
    Devon’s soft breathing seeped into him, lulling his body toward tranquility like morphine, making him feel as if he were sinking into the floor. He imagined he could hear her heartbeat, each thud steady and comforting, and the rhythm seemed to tug his own heart into mirroring hers.
    He let his heavy eyelids fall. When he opened them, he found himself standing in the doorway of the kitchen. He braced a hand on the scarred molding. Though he knew immediately this was some sort of dream, everything felt solid and real. He gripped the wood, rubbing the uneven surface with his fingers, feeling the drag on his skin. God, that felt good.
    Wearing heart-printed shorts and a black tank top, Devon lounged at the table with her back to him, one fuzzy-slippered heel resting on her sleek thigh. She looked