Page 14 of Daddy’s Protection (The Daddy Guard #3)

It was a soft whisper that awakened Cami just past midnight.

She wasn’t a hundred percent certain what it had said. But it sure sounded like, “Go to him.”

After throwing the covers off, she stood quickly and fumbled in the darkness for the lamp. She breathed a sigh of relief when the light came on. But that didn’t calm all her fear. Who had said that?

Or had anyone?

Perhaps it was just a dream. That had happened before—a dream so real that it woke her up and left her shaking. Things like that happened to everyone from time to time. Right?

The thought did little to steady her nerves. She grew even more afraid when her eyes landed on those two corpses standing nearby.

Yikes!

Then her wits came back to her, and she remembered Stryker and Harrison carrying them up to her room earlier. After she’d told them it was all right to store them there.

“What were you thinking?” she whispered to herself.

But as creepy as the animatronics looked, she knew they weren’t the source of that whisper. They were nothing more than props—great-looking props with killer special effects that Stryker rigged up—but clearly not real.

The whisper on the other hand had sounded like it came from a person.

But who?

Or, again, was it just a dream?

Her mind raced. So did her heart. She considered the options.

Going to Isaiah did sound nice right about now. But he’d think she was crazy.

He already came to your house the other night because you saw ghosts. This is small compared to that! Just go to him, Cami.

“And do what the voice said?” she asked herself.

Looking in the mirror attached to the dresser against one of the walls, she shook her head.

“That was just your imagination. Get ahold of yourself!”

Staring at her reflection, she had to smile. Man, maybe the animatronics—along with the spooky going-ons at her house—just had her nerves frayed. All that combined with the Halloween season just had her hearing things. No big deal.

But apparently she was seeing things, too.

The image that flickered in the mirror was so brief that Cami barely had time to process it before it disappeared.

“Go to him,” the woman whispered as she faded.

“What the?—”

Cami did finish her question. Instead, she tore from the room, bolted down the hall, and ran straight for Isaiah’s room.

She needed Daddy right now.