I mean, people see ghosts all the time, right? They just don't talk about it much.
Having a daughter who turned into a coyote was bad enough, so anything else I could keep quiet about, I had.
This didn't seem like the time to tell her about it either.
I hadn't told her about last week.
I hadn't told her about vampires.
I had no intention of informing her of any other secrets I'd been keeping.
So I shrugged.
"Maybe because I associate with werewolves and the fae." "What did she expect you to do about it?" Adam asked.
He'd have listened in on the whole conversation with Amber; werewolves have very good hearing.
"Beats me," I told him.
"Do I look like an expert at laying ghosts?" Seeing them was a long way from sending them away.
I wasn't even sure it was possible.
I thought about what Amber had said.
"Maybe she just wanted me to go tell her that her house really is haunted.
Maybe she just needs someone to believe her." Adam knelt on the floor and picked up Stefan.
"I'll take him home now." Though Stefan was obviously taller than he was, Adam's supernatural strength wasn't apparent--he just looked like someone who could carry a great deal of weight without effort.
It should have been Darryl who picked up Stefan, not Adam.
The Alpha just didn't do the heavy lifting when there were capable minions about.
Ben and Peter had both fed the vampire, but Darryl didn't have that excuse.
He must have a real thing about vampires.
Adam didn't seem to notice anything wrong with Darryl.
"I'll send someone back to watch your house, tonight." He looked at my mom.
"Do you need a place to stay? Mercy's"--he glanced around--"a little short on space." "I'm staying at the Red Lion in Pasco," Mom said to Adam.
To me she said, "We left in a hurry and I couldn't find anyone to watch Hotep.
He's in the car." Hotep was her Doberman pinscher, who liked me even less than I liked him.
Adam nodded solemnly though I didn't remember telling him that my mom's dog hated me.
"Adam," I said.
"Thank you.
For saving Stefan." "No thanks necessary.
We didn't save him for you." Ben gave me an expression that might have been a smile if his face hadn't been so tight.