Liam waited a few more hours to ensure the house was cleansed before he left. The presence wasn’t exactly gone, but by the time Albert completed the ritual he had been instructed to perform, everything would be fine. Albert wanted Liam to stay and perform it with him, but Liam neither had the time nor the luxury to coddle him.
“At least stay for lunch,” the man pleaded. “There must be some way for me to pay you.”
“It’s fine, Mr. Shawn.”
“No, don’t do that. We’re way past the first-name basis. You’re a valued friend now, and you should call me Albert.”
Liam said nothing. He needed to be alone. He needed to check what was happening to him and how he’d come in contact with these powers, even though he was clearly aware. It was the floating old man in his dream; the one that visited him ev
