Chapter Twenty-Three
Jeff came into the room and groaned when he saw Brett and Kayla making out on the recliner they’d bought a couple of weeks ago. “Do you pair have to?”
Kayla broke off their kiss and turned in Brett’s arms to look at her brother, laughing. “Yep. Besides, it’s my room.”
“Did you want something?” Brett asked.
Jeff looked at the five soul stalkers ranged around the room. “Ah… yeah.” He frowned. “Wasn’t there four last night?”
Brett nodded. “We seem to be collecting them fairly quickly. But we’ve only got another twelve nights to get through.”
“Thirteen. We aren’t halfway through this night so you still have to count it,” Kayla said.
Jeff eyed the circle. “It’s looking a little thin.”
Brett sighed. “It’s the last night we’ll be able to use the recliner.”
“Then what
