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a mask, but his covered the upper half of his face and instead of a red rose on his mask, we attached a red rose bud to his shirt. Flying by the seat of our pants, we came up with a plan.
    We found the masks first and then coordinated our outfits to look like we were a couple. We planned to keep our masks on all night so that no one would figure out who we were, or at least who Christopher was. The only way anyone would be able to figure anything out was if someone recognized Professor Young’s hair. His red curls were not exactly subtle, but he assured me no one would put two and two together, since he never went to student parties. I had my doubts, but I didn’t think he’d appreciate it if I suggested that he dyed his hair or wore a fedora. Though a fedora would’ve been pretty hot on him.
    “What?” he asked after a moment. I shook myself and refrained from wiping the corner of my mouth , just in case a little drool had escaped.
    “Nothing,” I sputtered. “Are you ready to do this?” I asked with a raised brow. Christopher stood just in front of me now.
    “Are you?” he asked without answering. I shrugged and glanced over my shoulder at the wraith that still hovered close by. I didn’t have a choice. I had to go in. I could feel the need to move, to find out what drew me to this place almost as strongly as I felt the need to run back in the other direction screaming in horror. The house was a beacon of bad juju. I could feel the menace flowing from the building like a blanket of mist moving off of a bog out in the middle of undisturbed swampland.
    “I am,” I answered hesitantly.
    “Remember, in order to keep a lower profile, we’re a couple. It would really suck to have to deal with drunken suitors while we’re doing whatever it is we’ll be doing.”
    I grinned up at him and then wrapped my arm around his. We did make quite the pair. We walked up the steps of the frat house. Music was booming from inside and people were going in and out every thirty seconds.
    “Suitors, huh?” I asked. He grimaced. “You don’t get out much do you?”
    His eyes met mine as I tried not to laugh at him. “I get out enough to know how much being single at a party marks you as fair game ,” he said with a frown. I patted his arm. Poor guy couldn’t help that he was every woman’s object of explicit sexual fantasy in the over-populated college town. I snorted as we reached the door. A guy stumbled out, his white Jason mask slipping off his head where it had been flung back.
    We entered the doors, and I was immediately overwhelmed by the intense pummeling my senses suffered from the energy inside of the building. So much darkness. I clung to Christopher’s arm to keep from stumbling.
    “Christopher,” I gasped. He pulled me across the room and found a small space where bodies weren’t writhing in time to the deafening beat of the stereo system playing in the main area of the house. Christopher settled me with my back against the wall and then leaned in until his mouth was next to my ear.
    “Anna? Are you okay? What is it ? The wraith?” I took a moment to draw in his scent through my nose. His aura shrunk away from the darkness of the house, but it seemed just a bit brighter than the others in the house. As a matter of fact, I was able to sense only a handful of auras since I stepped into the building. I leaned up and spoke next to his ear.
    “Something is really, really wrong here. There is so much darkness and I can’t see anyone’s aura but yours. And even it seems dimmer somehow.” I still felt dizzy from the negative energy swirling in the building. Christopher’s aura reached out to mine and I felt myself tug gently on it. The sensation was completely foreign to me.
    I had an idea, but I wasn’t sure it would work . More importantly, I wasn’t sure I could ask him. After a moment, I swallowed my pride and embarrassment and just blurted it out. “Christopher, would you press your body against