Chapter 25

Though he scanned the room, he couldn’t see what it was she responded to. It looked exactly as it had when he and Johnny had left the night before. “Don’t tell me you’re getting starstruck now,” he tried to joke.

She shot him a dirty look before scooting around him to get into the room. “Hardly. Can’t you feel it?”

He focused on his senses as he closed the door. He thought he could still smell the alcohol from when they’d smashed during the quake, but that was probably a figment of his imagination rather than reality. “It’s just a room.”

Rachel edged along the wall, then veered toward the middle of the sitting area before making another jagged turn toward the large picture window. “This is the first place I’ve found all weekend that has spirits in it.”

“How can you tell?”

“If you can’t feel it, I’m not sure how to describe it. It’s like being in love.”

“Try. Write me a poem if you have to.”