Clark again blinked my way as the four spirits blinked out of this realm and back to theirs, to mine. “So, now what?” he asked.
I pointed to his state of undress. “Clothes might be nice.”
A faint blush of red spread across his cheeks. “Oh yeah, um, right. Clothes.” He hopped up. I turned away to allow him his modesty, even though I’d already seen his d**k in all sorts of positions and forms of arousal. “Okay,” he eventually said, now in sweats and a T-shirt. He stared at me. “This is strange, if you don’t mind me saying.”
“Which part?” Then again, what part wasn’t strange?
“You. You’re dead. You’re dead and you’re here with me. I’m talking to a dead guy.”
I held my hand up. “Got it. Dead. You can stop saying it. Trust me, I already know.” All too well, in fact. Voltan’s body felt like
