“Killian?” Helen asked. “Ivan? What’s happening? The heat sensor is showing some weird shit.”
Killian couldn’t answer. He thought he may have lost the ability to speak. The ghost was just in front of him now, like the scary one had been, but this one was warm, welcoming. Though it was translucent, he had a visible face, eyes, and a nose. Soft features, a clean-shaven face, full lips, and an ornery smile quirking his mouth to one side made him actually kind of handsome for a non-corporeal manifestation. The strength and weight of Ivan’s body and hands on Killian’s shoulders were the only things keeping him from melting into a puddle on the disgusting old floor.
“You guys remember we’re live streaming, right? Say something. Do something. You’re just standing there.”
The heat moved around Killian’s body like the touch of a hand or mouth. He shuddered again, swallowed, and managed a few words.
“What are you doing?”
“Bringing you peace.”