Cameron has built a good life for himself despite his rough start. He can’t trust enough for romance, but he’s okay with that. He’s got good money coming in as a graphic designer and just inherited a duplex in Plymouth from his estranged grandfather, so he doesn’t have to worry about keeping a roof over his head. He likes his tenants, he has friends, and he’s content with that.<br><br>When two guys claiming to be paranormal investigators show up on his doorstep tell him the tenants contacted them about “phenomena” in the house, he knows they’re con men right away. For one thing, they claim he was the tenant. He sends them packing. It doesn’t matter that one of the con artists is the hottest guy Cameron has seen in years -- if anything, that just makes Cameron more suspicious.<br><br>Then things go wrong in the house, things he can’t shrug off or ignore. The past Cameron has worked so hard to leave behind is coming for him, and it’s angry.

Rites of Spring

“Anyway,” Cameron said, reminding himself to stock up on silver. “This time, stay the hell out of my studio.”


“So we’re just not going to talk about the hellhounds that tried to eat you?” Jason stood up from the couch, scowling, and walked toward Cameron.


“They weren’t doing anything before you came out and started complaining.” Cameron turned his back. “I think they were more interested in you, not me. And go wash up before you sit on my couch with all that blood on you. I still have to live here after you’ve taken off to wherever it is you’re going. Which can’t come fast enough.” He climbed the stairs and returned to his studio.


He worked until it was time for bed. He didn’t come out for dinner, and if Reid and Jason noticed that they were on their own for their meal they didn’t say anything to Cameron. Cameron refused to let himself think about what had been said or what had passed until he lay in his bed, curled up under the blankets with his eyes unable to close.


Chapter 38