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

“If you can analyze the pain like that,” a voice from the left side of his body told him, rough with something Cameron couldn’t quite identify, “then you’re probably ready for another dose.”


“No,” Cameron said. He hadn’t realized that he’d spoken out loud. “Please, don’t.” He knew that voice. He hated to be reduced to begging, and to begging Jason of all people, but what choice did he have? He wasn’t in control here. “I don’t like it.”


Jason’s too-handsome face appeared in Cameron’s field of vision. “Don’t like not feeling pain?” He raised an eyebrow. “Dude. Do you know what I’d give to have those drugs work on me for a little while sometimes?”


Cameron frowned. He didn’t know if he had the words to explain, and he knew he shouldn’t be trying. “They make me fuzzy. Feel fuzzy,” he corrected. “Can’t control what I’m saying.” He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to focus. “Don’t like to be out of control like this,” he said when he opened his eyes again.


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