Chapter 7

Sean didn’t scream, but he did drop his empty cup when she grabbed him by the throat and hauled him off his feet. He saw stars as she slammed him up against a pine tree. Needles showered down around him, passing through her, and Eliza opened her mouth to draw in that energy-sucking breath again. It was then Sean realized he was going to die.

“Fuck off,” shouted Dane, suddenly there and swinging the shiniest machete Sean had ever seen.

Eliza’s ghostly form fled the skeleton an instant before the blade struck, showering Sean with bones. He gasped, freed.

“Fucking ghosts always pulling shit in daylight.”

Sean mouthed thanks at Dane, hands at his throat, but the man wasn’t looking at him. Over his shoulder the other ghost hovered, observing solemnly.

“The fuck did she go, Ned?” asked Dane.

“I’m having difficulties at the moment.”