His other hand was rubbing Medea's head, just behind her ears.
Adam knows how to listen better than most people.
So I told him what I hadn't told him before.
"I think it might have been my fault." "What do you mean?" "Until I came, it wasn't doing much ...
just standard poltergeist stuff.
Moving things around.
Frightening, all right, but not dangerous.
Then I show up, and things change.
Chad almost gets killed.
Ghosts just don't do that--even Stefan said so.
I think I did something to make it worse." He tightened his hold on my toes.
"Has that ever happened to you before?" I shook my head.
"Then maybe you're claiming too much credit.
Maybe it would have happened anyway, and if you hadn't been there with Stefan, the boy would have died." I wasn't sure he was right, but confessing my fear made me feel better, anyway.
"How is Mary Jo?" I asked.
He sighed.
"She's still a little ...
off, but Samuel's sure now that she'll be fine in a few more days." He relaxed and smiled at me a little.
"She's ready to go out and take on the whole seethe all by herself.
She also told Ben that if he'd keep his mouth shut, she'd love to get naked with him.
We've decided we'll know that she's back to herself when she quits flirting with him." I couldn't help but laugh.
Mary Jo was as liberated as a woman could get--being a werewolf had not altered that a bit.
Ben was a misogynist of the highest (or lowest, depending upon your viewpoint) order with the added bonus of a foul mouth.
The two of them were like flame and dynamite.
"No more troubles with the vampires?" I asked.
"None." "But negotiations didn't accomplish much," I said.
He nodded comfortably.
"Don't worry so, Mercy.
We can take care of ourselves." Maybe it was the way he said it ...
"So what did you do?" "We have a couple of guests staying with us now.