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

So did the idea that he had to work with Jason to prevent it.


He got to the coffee shop and ordered a mocha and a fruit cup. Once he was served, he found a place to set up and pulled out his pad and a pencil. He didn’t know what he felt like drawing. Well, the last time he’d let his subconscious take the lead he’d come up with something that was both decent and useful; why not let it happen again? He breathed in and out, moving his hand without conscious control.


A face took shape under his pencil. Cameron didn’t need to wait long before he recognized himself. He didn’t do self-portraits often. In fact, he hadn’t done one since art school. Now, though, his own profile was coming to life before his eyes. Life might be a stretch, he thought as he watched the scene unfold. The Cameron in the sketch had fallen against a pine tree, clutching his chest through the tattered remains of his shirt. Blood dripped onto the ground.


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