Spiritus, a Paranormal Romance (Spiritus Series Book#1)
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Chapter 8
The bright sunlight shining through the branches of the tree outside my window woke me. I blinked a few times to bring the world into focus. My room, again, seemed perfectly normal. Was last night only a dream?
“Alastor?” I called as I sat up in bed.
“I am here my love,” his voice came at me from the four corners of the room.
Jumping from my bed, I stood and turned in a slow circle. “Where are you?”
A gentle rumble of laughter came from every direction.
“I am never very far away from you,” he said from nowhere while I felt him swirling about me.
Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back. He continued to float around me, lifting strands of my hair.
“I can’t believe this is really happening,” I whispered.
“Believe.”
A knock at my door put an end to his phantom caresses. Reluctantly, I staggered over to my door. I opened it, and there stood my dad, already shaved and dressed with his hair damp and combed neatly back.
“Just checking to make sure that you’re up,” he said. “I have some errands to run and I wanted to get an early start.”
“Oh, okay,” I mumbled, still dazed. Alastor was running invisible fingers up my spine. I tried to sound normal despite the sensations, “Go ahead, I’ll be fine.”
Dad looked a little skeptical, he craned his neck to see past me and into my room, but whatever he saw or didn’t see satisfied him enough he waved and walked down the hall. “Remember to lock the door when you leave.”
I shut my door and leaned back against it, feeling a little drunk. Alastor’s voice whispered in my ear.
“Your father thinks that you have a boy in here or that you are hiding something.”
I glanced around the empty room, “How do you know that?”
“I heard it in his thoughts.”
“You can read minds?” I asked.
“I hear the idea of his thoughts.”
All around me the air began to twist and churn around me again.
“Anyone’s?”
“Yes.”
“Amazing,” I whispered. I paused there against the door, unsure of what to do next.