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

He heard footsteps behind him. When he turned around, he saw Jason, climbing up into the dark attic behind him. “What are you doing?” he asked.


“Like hell I’m letting you go up in there by yourself.” Jason waved a hand. “Get a move on, I hate these ladders.”


“Do you think that I’m some kind of porcelain doll that’s going to shatter if I go up into the scary attic all alone?” Cameron rolled his eyes and climbed up. “Go back and watch old Brady Bunchreruns, or whatever it is you do all day.”


“The attic’s more interesting. I think I’ll head up there.” Creaking on the stairs told Cameron that Jason was still following him.


Cameron emerged into the attic. He’d been up here once when he took possession of the house and hadn’t come up here since then. Catherine had locked him up here once when he’d been about five, as punishment for some infraction while Grandpa had been out with David. Grandpa had been livid when he came back.


Chapter 41