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I glanced over at Greg and Cal, and they were beaming at us. Greg was holding Cal’s hand in both of his, and I felt a pang of envy. I wanted that.

I looked back to Shane, who was smiling his shy smile at Kayla as they celebrated completing their connection. My heart went pitter-pat in my chest.

My mate had better get here before I did something stupid.

CAL’S CAMPAIGN COMPENDIUM

MEDIUM

Type: Medium

Class: Magic Carrier

Skills:

Can talk to ghosts???

Enhanced Skills When Bonded: Unknown.

Childhood Aptitudes: Unknown

Note from Cal:At this time there are no known Mediums in the campaign. I have only found validated records of three Mediums worldwide so far and all have passed away. As with other psychic talents exhibited by magic carriers, there are unsubstantiated reports of Mediums existing long before the Elves granted magic to humans in the 1940s. It is unclear whether these talents merely manifest more strongly/accurately in magic carriers than regular humans, or if the Elves based the abilities they were granting on human legends.

CHAPTER 3

RORY

“Rory, wake up! Wake up, dammit!”

I jerked upright and gasped, my heart pounding. “Fuck, Grandfather.” I pressed a palm against my chest. “Did you have to yell so loud?” At least the neighbors couldn’t hear him.

“Yes, I did! You need to come with me right now!” His incorporeal form brightened and faded as he punctuated his words by jabbing a translucent pointer finger into my knee.

“Stop that! What’s the emergency?” Jerking my leg away, I rubbed my eyes and ran my hands through my hair.

Grandfather scowled. “I followed your uncle to another party. This one was at some billionaire’s house in River Oaks. Randolph Chamberlain,” he spat.

“Okay. Sounds like somewhere he’d want to go.” Uncle Hugo wasn’t a billionaire, but after he’d inherited all of Grandfather’s millions, he’d received plenty of invites to the homes of those who were.

Grandfather put his hands on his hips. “Those wastrelsweren’t even talking business. I wanted to give you more stock tips.”

I rolled my eyes. “I told you, you don’t have to keep doing that.” Though I did appreciate the information he passed on to me. I used each and every tip, keeping my investments small enough so no one noticed when I kept making trades at exactly the right times.

I felt around on the floor for my shoes. I’d pretty much passed out on the couch as soon as I’d gotten home, and I was still wearing my dress shirt and suit pants. At least I’d taken off my tie.

“I’m mostly keeping tabs on your idiot uncle. And if I happen to learn something to benefit you, well, all the better. But that’s not why I’m here.”

Hoping he’d get to the point soon, I stood up and carried the shoes into my bedroom.

Grandfather followed. “Like I said, Hugo and his cronies were talking about some stupid nonsense, so I wandered around to see if there were any other more interesting conversations. That’s when I saw her.”

He paused, and I knew he was dying for me to ask. Better to just get it over with. “Saw who?” I tossed my shoes into the closet and started unbuttoning my shirt.

“The ghost!”