Chapter Eleven
Storming out of my parents' haunted farmhouse, I found Jason slumped by the fire pit and asked, “Why didn't you tell me your grandparents lived here?”
“Great-grandparents,” he answered, seeming surprisingly nonplussed.
“Great-grandparents. Whatever. They're haunting me, you know. It would have helped if you'd told me my ghosts were your relatives.”
Glancing toward the kitchen door, Jason checked to see that it was closed and no one else was around before whispering, “Can I ask you a serious question?”
The fear in his voice broke down my desire to smack him on the back of the head. I settled on the chair beside his and said, “Yeah, you can ask me whatever you want.”
“And you promise you won't tell Ivan or Claire or anyone else?”
“I promise.”
“Not even your parents
