Annabelle blinked at his tirade. “Really? I've never heard of anything like that in my life. Even ghosts that want attention, even ghosts that want to cause harm rarely have the power to kill.”
Despite the heat, a shiver chased down Gavin's spine, and he replied darkly, “Are you sure you have to dabble in the otherworldly, love? The way the fires keep coming for us, it almost seems like we're the target.”
She shook her head. “I've got no choice. I've tried to suppress it for years. I can't.” Her soft lips firmed into an expression of frustrated sadness. “This is why I wanted us to wait to marry. Exactly this, Gavin. You were so certain you could tolerate what I do. So blasé.”
The despairing downturn of her lips stabbed into his guts. I wish I hadn't said anything.
“Yes, the supernatura
