Aspen
I did a double take at the sharpness of his words. He had no right to be angry with me when he had been some undead peeping Tom.
He swept away. The energy coming from him was all wrong. It felt red and angry, like broken glass. He hadn’t felt like that before. For a dead guy , a ghost he had felt calming to me. Unlike any dead thing I had ever come into contact with.
Now he felt like a vengeful spirit.
And I didn’t like it.
The room didn’t like it either. It seemed to change around him as he moved through it. The air became almost smoky so it was hard to breathe.
“Crispin.” My arm lashed out and snagged his sleeve. “Crispin wait.”
He froze , turning slowly he stared down at my hand. “Aspen.” He whispered. Lifting his eyes to me, they widened into saucers.
“What?” Confused
