Spiritus, a Paranormal Romance (Spiritus Series, Book #1) by Dana Michelle Burnett Page B
Authors: Dana Michelle Burnett
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make him materialize by my own sheer will.
“Alastor,” I called him by name. “I know you’re here.”
From within my room came a gentle wind from above, stretching out wide as it came down from walls. It moved across the floor to my feet and then circled around me as it rose, caressing my face and lifting my hair.
“So now you know,” said the voice on the wind.
“Yes.” I whispered, breathless as what seemed like particles of dust gathered together and began to take shape. I fought the urge to run away as I felt him growing stronger. “Why are you here?”
He became more solid, but flickered like a candle. “I am here because of you.”
I wanted to ask what he meant by that, but in a fraction of a second I decided it didn’t matter. That question was better left unanswered, and what would it matter what the answer was. It wouldn’t change anything.
“How long have you been here?” I asked, motioning wide with my hands.
“Since I first knew of you.” He replied without hesitation and turned those luminous eyes on me.
“When was that?”
He held me with his unwavering gaze, a smirk playing across his full lips. “I don’t know.”
This was getting me nowhere. I wanted to ask him so many questions, but I kept losing my train of thought. His face was so wistful and his eyes wouldn’t release me.
“Are there other ghosts here?” I finally stammered, trying to take him in without getting distracted by his handsome face. “Other spirits watching me?”
“No.” He answered simply, shifting and flickering as he moved closer.
“What’s it like to be dead?” I asked, feeling so guilty.
“It is nothing.”
I watched his face, the way that the illusions of him was made up of life, my heart ached at the beautiful man he must have been.
“Am I that Rebecca?”
“You will always be my Becca.”
“Were we happy?” I asked, dreading the answer.
“For a while,” he whispered with a smile. “I made many mistakes.”
Of course he would regret marrying Rebecca. How could he not?
“Did you love me?”
He moved even closer, only inches away now, and becoming even more solid. His eyes were practically glowing as they looked into mine with such intensity I squirmed from foot to foot. His voice came from nothing and caressed my ears, “I have loved you in life and beyond.”
My heart ached with those words. He moved around me, slowly and deliberately, as if he were really walking.
“May I ask a favor of you?” He asked as he stepped behind me.
How could I refuse him anything? I agreed immediately. “Of course.”
“Close your eyes.”
I did as he commanded. I felt the room growing colder as if he were inhaling a great intake of air. I held my breath as I felt him gathering and growing stronger behind me. I told myself again that I wasn’t afraid of him.
Chapter 7
Alastor was amazing in solid form. I just couldn’t get accustomed to the sight of him even though I had been staring at him for hours.
He was breathtaking to look at, his skin so detailed I could almost make out a faint stubble on his cheek and all about him clung the faint scent of the outdoors, tinged with a slight aroma of honeysuckle. He was lying beside me, his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal lean, but muscular arms. Now and then I would catch a glimpse of his bare chest through the open collar of his shirt.
It was strange, but just the sight of that small bit of naked flesh made me blush. I tried not to look, but every time I glanced over my blood would burn at the teasing glimpse of phantom skin.
His lips would twitch into a smile every so often, the action making him even more handsome. I wondered what it was exactly that would make a ghost smile. When I asked, he only smiled wider and confessed that he never thought this day would come.
I was
“Alastor,” I called him by name. “I know you’re here.”
From within my room came a gentle wind from above, stretching out wide as it came down from walls. It moved across the floor to my feet and then circled around me as it rose, caressing my face and lifting my hair.
“So now you know,” said the voice on the wind.
“Yes.” I whispered, breathless as what seemed like particles of dust gathered together and began to take shape. I fought the urge to run away as I felt him growing stronger. “Why are you here?”
He became more solid, but flickered like a candle. “I am here because of you.”
I wanted to ask what he meant by that, but in a fraction of a second I decided it didn’t matter. That question was better left unanswered, and what would it matter what the answer was. It wouldn’t change anything.
“How long have you been here?” I asked, motioning wide with my hands.
“Since I first knew of you.” He replied without hesitation and turned those luminous eyes on me.
“When was that?”
He held me with his unwavering gaze, a smirk playing across his full lips. “I don’t know.”
This was getting me nowhere. I wanted to ask him so many questions, but I kept losing my train of thought. His face was so wistful and his eyes wouldn’t release me.
“Are there other ghosts here?” I finally stammered, trying to take him in without getting distracted by his handsome face. “Other spirits watching me?”
“No.” He answered simply, shifting and flickering as he moved closer.
“What’s it like to be dead?” I asked, feeling so guilty.
“It is nothing.”
I watched his face, the way that the illusions of him was made up of life, my heart ached at the beautiful man he must have been.
“Am I that Rebecca?”
“You will always be my Becca.”
“Were we happy?” I asked, dreading the answer.
“For a while,” he whispered with a smile. “I made many mistakes.”
Of course he would regret marrying Rebecca. How could he not?
“Did you love me?”
He moved even closer, only inches away now, and becoming even more solid. His eyes were practically glowing as they looked into mine with such intensity I squirmed from foot to foot. His voice came from nothing and caressed my ears, “I have loved you in life and beyond.”
My heart ached with those words. He moved around me, slowly and deliberately, as if he were really walking.
“May I ask a favor of you?” He asked as he stepped behind me.
How could I refuse him anything? I agreed immediately. “Of course.”
“Close your eyes.”
I did as he commanded. I felt the room growing colder as if he were inhaling a great intake of air. I held my breath as I felt him gathering and growing stronger behind me. I told myself again that I wasn’t afraid of him.
Chapter 7
Alastor was amazing in solid form. I just couldn’t get accustomed to the sight of him even though I had been staring at him for hours.
He was breathtaking to look at, his skin so detailed I could almost make out a faint stubble on his cheek and all about him clung the faint scent of the outdoors, tinged with a slight aroma of honeysuckle. He was lying beside me, his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal lean, but muscular arms. Now and then I would catch a glimpse of his bare chest through the open collar of his shirt.
It was strange, but just the sight of that small bit of naked flesh made me blush. I tried not to look, but every time I glanced over my blood would burn at the teasing glimpse of phantom skin.
His lips would twitch into a smile every so often, the action making him even more handsome. I wondered what it was exactly that would make a ghost smile. When I asked, he only smiled wider and confessed that he never thought this day would come.
I was
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