"Are you sure you should go in there?" Miranda's voice tightened with concern. "Come on, Kylie. Let's go, okay?"
"If you go in there, you might not be able to come out," Della warned. Kylie didn't answer, not when she could swear she saw someone or something move behind the spray of glistening water. The figure shifted again. Someone was definitely there. She just hoped that it was someone with answers. And not someone ready to make her spontaneously catch fire for any past sins. But just to be sure, as she took her next step, she sent up a prayer for forgiveness for anything bad she'd done.
The tiny droplets of moisture sprayed on her face as she drew closer. She took the final step. The gush of water splattered on her head and shoulders.
Walking through the falls into the cavern-like darkness, she wiped a hand over her face, waiting for her eyes to adjust. Her skin pickled with goose bumps, not the kind of goose bumps that came from ghosts; no, they were the kind that came from fear. She stood completely still and hoped with the return of her vision came a bit more courage.
The sound of the falls echoed and closed off any noise from the outside world. When she blinked, the darkness suddenly didn't seem so blinding. She realized that the mouth of the falls was really a cave. Just when her eyes seemed to distinguish shapes, she saw someone dip behind a rock wall.
"Hello?" Her voice seemed lost in the rush of the water. When no one answered, Kylie continued, "I know someone is here."
"Then I guess I'll just come out," a voice boomed from behind the rock. It took Kylie a few minutes to recognize the voice, and she did recognize it, but she still couldn't believe it when she saw him step forward.
Chapter Ten
"What are you doing here?" Kylie asked.
His tall masculine figure kept moving toward her and Kylie actually took a step back. She wasn't so much frightened as she was surprised. And perhaps still awestruck at everything she felt. The whole reverent ambience felt even stronger in here.
"Probably the same thing you're doing here," Burnett answered.
"Curiosity."
It wasn't her reason. She'd come for help, but she didn't correct him-and not because she didn't trust him. She met his gaze. If she were being completely honest with herself, she knew she hadn't gotten over being intimidated by him, but she'd grown to respect him as had most everyone else in the camp. She respected him enough that she wished Holiday would reconsider her no-vamp rule where men were concerned.
The two of them would make a great couple. His dark side to her light. His seriousness to her teasing manner.
She felt him watching her and knew he was expecting an answer.
But she had her own questions. She took a deep breath. "Curious about what?" she asked.
"The whole ghosts thing. The legend." He tucked his hands into his jean pockets and looked around.
"That's strange," Kylie said.
"What's strange?" He turned and looked back at the cave as if checking his surroundings for safety. Oddly enough, Kylie wasn't worried about her own. The warm, good feeling filling her chest convinced her not to worry. She was safe here.
"Your being curious about ghosts. I thought ... I mean ... most supernaturals prefer to sort of stay in the dark about it all."
"Yeah, but Holiday's so fixated on them, I just thought..." His words faltered. "That maybe understanding ghosts would help you understand her?"
Kylie asked, somehow certain that she'd read him right. Again, she got a feeling that Burnett really cared about Holiday.
He nodded as if admitting it out loud might ding his macho ego. "Personally, I think she talks about it so much just to scare me."
"Probably hoping to scare you off." Kylie bit her lip when she realized she'd said that aloud.
He looked at her. "That, too." He paused a few seconds and then asked, "You wouldn't be willing to enlighten me on any of the reasons why she'd be doing that, would you?" Apparently he'd decided his macho ego could be damned.
Okay, now Kylie was up crap creek without a paddle and a huge leak in her canoe. Telling Burnett about Holiday's past felt almost like betrayal.
"I ... uh ... I..."
He held up his hand. "Say no more. I get it." Shuffling his feet, he looked around again and then focused back at her. "So you're like Holiday, right? You feel spirits, and see them?"
She nodded.
"Do you feel the death angels?"