Chapter 18

They had a plan of action, and all they needed were the swords. Sam kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt as Tyler did the same. Good lord, but he had a gorgeous chest. Sam grinned to himself and got settled in one of the chairs. It wasn’t his, so it didn’t fit him perfectly, but it would do for one ghostwalk. Once they were situated, Dom called for Michael.

It didn’t take Michael long to appear. And he looked like an avenging angel, with a sword in each hand and a serious expression. He looked them both over, and his gaze lingered on Sam a little longer than necessary. Then he stepped between them.

“Tyler, are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.”