“I’m not modest. Come along.”
Keagan follows me down the hall to my bedroom, where he leans against the wall by the door while I open my drawer and pull out a pair of pajama pants. I refuse to wear a shirt. In the interest of being polite, Keagan lowers his head while I shrug my robe off and pull the pants on.
“We should stay in here, actually,” I say as Keagan carefully lifts his head. “My bed is bigger.”
He nods, glancing around. “Can anything get in here?”
“Not after I do something.”
Keagan stands by and watches me grab a jar from my closet and sprinkle salt around the room and on the windowsills. That should be good enough until morning.
“There we go.” I walk to my side of the bed and climb in.
Keagan joins me on the other side, carefully pulling the blankets up around his waist. “I hope this isn’t too weird for you.”
“I’ve done weirder things.”
He laughs softly. “Me too.”
I pat his shoulder softly. “Try to get some sleep. I’ll be here to keep you safe.”
“How did you know I needed you?”
“The raven woke me.”
His eyes widen slightly. “That’s cool.”
“Very helpful. Good night, Keagan.”
“Night, Wilder. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Keagan lies down, turning onto his side with his back towards me while I do my best to ignore the allure of a warm man in my bed. Doesn’t help that he’s gorgeous. There’s something about him that intrigues me, too. Must be the spirit thing. What happened that caused him to be a conduit to the spirit world? Was he just born this way?
So many things to find out, but first I need to get some sleep. I have a feeling my hands are gonna be full tomorrow.
Chapter 10
Keagan
“Keagan, wake up.”
I roll over in bed, aware of the voice calling my name, gently waking me. “Wake up, son.”
I open my eyes, blinking through the darkness, but then I see him. “Dad?”
“You can see me?”
“I can see you.” I look around for a second. “Where am I? What’s going on?”
“I wasn’t sure it would work to get you here alone, but it did.”
“Get me where?”
My dad appears before me, as clear as day, and we seem to be in a room that looks nothing like Wilder’s bedroom where I went to sleep. It’s dark and empty and very cold, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Where are we?”
