Chapter 25

Relief washed through him when he saw the small, dark haired woman in the corner. She was staring out one of the windows and didn’t notice his approach. That was okay.

“Lucy?”

She whipped around. There was anger and distrust on her face, but she was definitely Lucy. He’d taken a good long look at her in the chair, so he knew her. If he read her expression right, she was panicked.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” her voice was shrill, and Avery fought not to wince.

“Lucy, I’m Avery. I’m here to help you.” He nearly snorted out a laugh. How many times had he said exactly that to a spirit? Hundreds, at least. But he wasn’t trying to guide her to the light. He was trying to remind her who she was.

“What are you…wait.” She squinted at him. “I know you. Don’t I?”

Avery nodded. Oh, that was good. She was coming around. “You do. We’ve met several times, and I’ve given a bunch of lectures you attended.”