"Yeah, never better. I just..." I shrugged, trying to form words around what exactly had made me feel so unsettled at the cemetery. "I keep hearing these static noises and a voice, and...I don't know... It doesn't feel right."
Jacek frowned and crossed his arms, making his muscles flex. "Does this voice say anything in particular or...?"
"'Lovely night.'" The static noise came to me again, sort of like an echo from a great distance. I rubbed at my forehead as if to scour it and the memory away. "That's it. It seems so silly now that I actually say it." Yet it felt good to get it off my chest, too.
He shook his head, not a trace of judgement on his face. "You're the slayer. If it feels wrong, then it's wrong."
I took a cleansing breath and nodded as I set down my duffel bag by the d
