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Terror laced me.
It was a someone.
They were coming and they were coming in fast, faster now for some reason.
A cloud of black smoke unfurled through the air, infiltrating the room. It was spreading from whoever he was. It was a person. Someone who held power, power that one being shouldn’t ever have to yield. Someone who could command life over death.
The door opened.
The darkness entered the room.
I gasped from my corner, seeing the dark cloud coming from the person in waves. Blast after blast of power was hitting me. He could order me to do anything. I knew it instinctively. My form froze in place, waiting, dread going through me on a primal level.
I thought it was Noah.
It wasn’t.
It was Lee.
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Oh.
God.
Lee…
Lee was… I didn’t know what Lee was, but pieces of the last week flashed in my mind at breakneck speed.
The ghosts never said a name. They always said him.
I thought Noah.
When Noah lit the backyard on fire, and Lee looked up, right at Noah.
He could see him.
The times Noah would show up. Lee never talked when Noah was talking.
He never interrupted Noah.
He was never surprised when Noah was around either.
“Oh, little girl. You have no idea what is happening here.”
How Lee was surprised that Cassian wasn’t surprised when I confessed I could see and talk to ghosts.
When they were talking about Noah.
“He’s my best friend,” Lee snapped.
“Is?” Cassian noted.
When Noah said Lee was lying and I pushed him on it. “A lie of omission is still a lie.”
Lee’s response when I asked what he was lying about. “...I’ve not told anyone. Anyone alive, I guess.”
When Noah said, “His parents have left him… They’re scared of him.”
