We park in a strange, deserted, wooded park area that’s so close to the beach, I can smell the salt in the air when we step out of the car.
I officially have no idea what to expect.
“Quinn,” Dean says as we leave the cars and head toward the water. “It occurs to me that I never asked you if you could swim.”
“Well, sure, I can swim. But what…”
I trail off when we reach the water. Off in the distance, about two hundred yards out, is a small, thatched hut… floating above the sea.
“No way,” I breathe.
Marie glances curiously up at Dean, who explains to me with a small smile, “Only paranormals can see her hut. So it’s looking likely that you’re as freaky as the rest of us.”
Well, s**t.
My heart starts to pound as we edge toward the water, but I do my best to keep the situation light. “I
