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Shadow Falls?” Miranda’s voice piped up from behind them.
    Kylie turned to see Miranda standing in the doorway behind them.
    “Sorry,” Miranda said. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop … but is it someone from here?”
    “No,” Kylie lied.
    “Oh, good.” Miranda did a dramatic swipe of her brow. “Your phone’s chirping.” She held out the phone. “It’s your mom. This is like the third time she’s called in the last five minutes.”
    “You should call her,” Holiday said. Then the camp leader’s phone rang. She glanced down at the number. “It’s Burnett.”
    Holiday and Kylie stood at the same time. Kylie reached for her phone from Miranda as Holiday answered hers.
    “Hello.” Holiday paused. The worry wrinkle between her eyes appeared. “About what?” Her tone had Kylie hesitating to make her own call. “Let’s talk before you go. I’m on my way.” Holiday hung up.
    “What’s wrong?” Kylie asked.
    “I—I’ll talk with you when I know something.” Holiday took off, but her answer had Kylie suspicious that the call had something to do with her.
    “That didn’t sound good,” Miranda said.
    Just great, Kylie thought. How much more could she take?

 
    Chapter Five
    “Are you okay?” Holiday’s voice stirred Kylie awake about an hour later. After trying to call her mom numerous times and leaving several messages, her mind and heart gave up and she went to bed and took a nap.
    She looked at Holiday perched on the end of her bed. Sitting up, Kylie yawned and brushed her hair from her eyes. “I’ve been better.”
    “Life can be so hard sometimes.”
    “Tell me about it.” Kylie remembered the call from Burnett. “Is everything okay? What happened?”
    Holiday stared at her with a vacant expression. “Who’s Burnett?”
    The cold in the room sent chills spidering across Kylie’s back. She blinked and focused again on the woman’s features. There was no doubt about it. She was Holiday.
    Anger, fear, and frustration swarmed through Kylie’s chest. “Okay, let me make something clear. When I told you to fix your face, I meant for you to get your own face, not borrow one from someone else.”
    The spirit pressed her palms against her cheeks, and her eyes widened. “Is this not my face?”
    “No, it’s not! It’s the face of someone I care a lot about, and, nothing personal, but I don’t like seeing you wearing it.”
    “I’m so confused.”
    “You have an identity crisis,” Kylie offered, wanting more than anything to believe it.
    “An identity crisis,” the spirit repeated.
    “Yeah, and you need to figure out who you are and what it is you need from me, because I can’t help you if you don’t.”
    “It’s mostly a blur.” She pursed her lips in the same manner Holiday did when she was thinking really hard, and damn if the resemblance wasn’t uncanny. Even the green color of her eyes matched perfectly.
    “Maybe you’re right,” the spirit said. “I remember always feeling as if I lived in someone else’s shadow.”
    “That’s good,” Kylie said, relief allowing her to breathe deeper.
    “Good that I lived in someone else’s shadow?” The ghost frowned. “I don’t see it as a good thing.”
    “No, I … I mean it’s good you can remember stuff.” And right then, Kylie remembered something, too. One quick and easy way to assure herself that this spirit wasn’t Holiday Brandon. Kylie tightened her eyes and focused on the ghost’s forehead.
    The whimsical pattern, like the face, matched Holiday’s to a T. Kylie’s chest swelled with concern. “You’re a fae?”
    The spirit propped one bent knee up across her leg, put her elbow on her knee, and then dropped her chin in the palm of her hand. The gesture was so Holiday that Kylie’s heart skipped a beat.
    “Yup, that’s what I am.” She tightened her brows and gazed at Kylie. “Oh, my, what are you?”
    Kylie hesitated. “I’m a … chameleon.”
    The spirit made a face. “You’re a