Eldred Henstare is a not so powerful witch who’s been left in charge of helping the city’s lingering spirits to move on. He usually handles it pretty well, but something’s wrong with the spirit leading him to the abandoned lighthouse.<br><br>Mo Vin likes his quiet life in the cottage next to the lighthouse, at least it’s quiet until one night when Eldred Henstare -- young, beautiful, and crazy -- arrives. After that night things aren’t the same. A man is found dead on the beach outside Mo’s cottage, and he’s almost sure he’s the one who killed him, except it doesn’t make sense. Why would he kill anyone?<br><br>Eldred needs to get rid of the ghost haunting Mo. If he doesn’t Mo’s life is in danger, but to do it he needs both Mo and his brother Lachtin to help out.

Worth His Salt

Mo pushed him away, grabbed his arms, and forced him to bend down over the kitchen table. “What do you think you’re doing?” The harsh voice made hot tingles skid over Eldred’s skin but since this wasn’t the time to be bent over a table, he sent a faint wave of energy in Mo’s direction. He sensed when it left his body and pulsed into Mo’s.


Seconds later, Mo let go of him and stepped back. Eldred was a bit surprised when he didn’t make a sound; most people hissed or cursed. Lachtin always claimed it was like holding onto an electrified fence.


“So...” Eldred got up and smoothed out his wet shirt. “Anything...erm...unusual happen lately?”


Mo glared at him, his stubbly cheeks a little flushed, his brown hair pointing in every direction, and those broad shoulders a little too tense. Eldred hoped the hair was supposed to look the way it did and wasn’t something he had done by zapping him with too much energy.


“Nope, this is a perfectly normal night for me.”


Chapter 3