I pulled into the local middle-school parking lot. I wanted to study what Roxi had to show me, and I couldnt do that and make sure I didnt drive into a tree.
I turned on the dome light just as Roxi found her phone. It took her a few seconds to get into the photo album and find what she was looking for, but finally she handed me the phone.
The image on the screen was of me, Sarah, Gage and Ben dancing. Mace was out of frame. And there, just behind me, was Wren dancing with wild abandon.
My throat tightened. I dont know why it choked me up to see her, but it did.
Scroll to the next one, Roxi instructed. I did.
And burst out laughing.
It was the whole group of us, clustered in for a dance-floor selfie. There, sticking her head in by minewhile standing practically in Roxiwas Wren, making duck lips.
How the hell did she know about duck lips?
Roxi grinned as I handed the phone back to her. Awesome, huh?
I nodded. Can you text that to me?
Already on it.
I was still smiling as I steered the Beetle out of the lot and back onto the road.
New Devon wasnt a big townlike most places in Connecticut it just sort of melded with the other small towns around it. Kevin lived not far from Haven Crest and the town cemetery, where he used to take care of Wrens grave. He didnt do that anymoreI did. I never asked Wren why he stopped, and she never offered to tell me. Kevins house was in a neighborhood that had a lot of space between homes, which was great for a party. The brick house with its white trim was supposed to look warm and homey, but it still screamed money! which I found a little intimidating. Not that Id ever let Kevin know that.
There were already several cars parked in the drive and on the street when we arrived. I pulled in behind Maces car.
Kevin answered the door a few seconds after Roxi rang the bell. He was dressed as the main character from Kick-Ass. It suited him. He grinned when he saw us, but he didnt hold my gaze. You guys look awesome, he said, stepping back so we could enter.
A Taylor Swift song was playing when we walked in. I arched a brow. I hadnt taken Kevin as a fan, but when we walked into the living room and I saw Sarah by the stereo system, shaking her head and butt to the beat, I understood who was in charge of the music. Sarah was dressed like an old-time female gangster. Not far away was Mace, looking very gangster-ish. Bonnie and Clyde had won out after all.
I looked around the room. There were easily twenty or so people there alreadyan assortment of sexy cops, Disney characters, superheroes and guys dressed as horror-movie villains. Whator rather whowas Ben? I didnt see him. I had offered to pick him up in case he planned to drink, but hed turned me down.
It made me anxious. Was he tired of me already? My heart told me that was stupid, but my head couldnt help it. I didnt trust in good things. And I didnt trust myself to be able to keep a guy like Ben around. He was good and nice, while I thought of myself as something of a hot messemphasis on mess.
Gageor rather, Baron Samedishowed up and claimed Roxi, leaving me standing alone by the snack table. The huge bowl of chips looked so tempting now that I was all anxious. I grabbed a can of soda from the cooler instead and made myself walk away rather than dive headfirst into salty, greasy temptation.
Nice costume, came a familiar voice as I leaned against the wallfar away from food.
I turned to smiled at Mace. Thanks, I said. You, too.
He made a face. When Sarah gets her heart set on something, its easier sometimes just to go with it. He gestured at my head with his own soda. Weird to see you with different hair.
Self-consciously, I touched the blood-soaked wig. Weird-bad, or weird-good?
Mace shrugged. Weird-different. You always look good.
I blinked. The compliment was so unexpected I wasnt sure how to take it. Oh. Thanks.
He looked away. I followed his gaze and saw that Sarah and Kevin were standing together by the stereo, and she was laughing at something Kevin had said. Mace didnt look too happy about it.
I hate Taylor Swift, he said, turning his gaze back to mine. I could tell he suspected there was something between his best friend and his girlfriend, but I wasnt going to ask. Not here.
I watched as his expression brightened. He was looking at a point over my shoulder, a grin spreading across his face. Thats too cool.
I turned. Practically everyone had stopped to watch the guy who had just entered the room. He was tall and dressed entirely in black as Neo from The Matrix. The costume was perfectlong black coat, boots with silver buckles, cargo pants with weapons strapped on. His black shirt was snug enough to cling to his defined chest and abs. Even the hair and sunglasses were perfect.
A sexy witch and a sexy Freddy Krueger straightened up as he walked by, eyeing him with obvious interest. But Neo didnt even give them a glance. In fact his attention was focused on just one person.
Me.
If it had been anyone else, I would probably say something sarcastic about the amount of detail in the costume, but this was Ben. My Ben. And he looked freaking incredible.
He wore that to New York Comic Con last year, I heard Mace say. Hes got new sunglasses, though. Killer costume.
That was one way to describe it. I would also describe it as hot if I were capable of speech.
Hey, Ben said when he reached me. You look amazing.
So do you, I replied.
As if to prove my point, Gage walked by and slapped him on the back, saying, Awesome costume, man.
Ben smiled. I kinda feel like I should give you my coat. Theres not much to that dress.
It was a thin material, but it wasnt like I was naked underneath. It was October in New England, after all. That said, spaghetti straps dont provide that much warmth.
Keep it, I said. Enough girls are staring at you already.
His grin grew. Jealous?
I rolled my eyes. No. And then, with a smile, Maybe. It was true. I liked knowing other girls thought he was gorgeous, but I didnt like feeling that someday he might find someone he liked better than me. Certainly there were girls out there who were less work and werent always getting into fights with dead people.
He laughed and put his arm around my shouldershe was so warm!pulling me in for a kiss.
Get a room, Mace drawledas he always didbefore walking away. I flipped him off, but he didnt see the gesture. Ben gave me a hug before letting me go, but he took my hand in his.
So, Carrie, huh? he asked, giving me the once-over again. Points for going with the original.
Thanks. It was an easy costumeWren found the dress.
Is she here?
Not yet. Im not sure shes going to show. Its getting harder for her to keep herself hidden. She showed up in a lot of Roxis photos from the dance. She might not want to risk other people seeing her. It was weird, but after years of wishing people would believe my sister was real, I was suddenly very worried about what might happen if they did.
More people began to arrive, and we gravitated toward what I considered my main group of friends. I was eating chipsmy willpower having evaporatedwhen Wren arrived. Chewing was the only thing that kept my mouth from falling open at the sight of her.
She looked amazing. She was dressed in a gorgeous gold ball gownthe kind they wore in the Victorian eraand her hair was all piled up on top of her head with pins that glittered in the light. She looked like a princess.
She turned her head and said something. Thats when I realized that the guy standing next to her, dressed in a tux with tails, was also a ghost.
And they were holding hands.
My breath caught. How had she managed to bring him with her? I didnt even know she could do that. Ghosts could travel, but it required some sort of connection with a person or object. Josiah Bent had been able to follow us to the hospital after hurting Gage because hed gotten a taste of us. Normally the dead were bound to the place they haunted. Wren didnt have a haunt and wandered about as she pleased at times. She wasnt a normal ghost, and this only made that all the more clear to me.
But I had more important questions than how shed managed to bring another ghost with her, such as who the hell was he, and why didnt I know anything about him?
And why did that hurt so much?
WREN
My sister was not happy to see me. I suppose I ought to have told her that I was bringing a date, but asking Noah to come with me had been an impulsive thing, and I hadnt really given Lark much thought while I was with him. It wasnt as though she told me everything she did.
Lark didnt like surprises, and Noah was the second of two Id just sprung on her. The first being that I could tether to another ghost. It wasnt a big deal. Not like Noah could come here without me afterward. It wasnt that easy either, though the fact that it was almost Halloween helped. It also helped that I was me. I could do things that other ghosts couldnt, and what was the point of it if I didnt take advantage on occasion? All I had to do was share a little of my energy with the other spirit.
I knew from the look on Larks face that she was going to have a lot to say to me later, and I admit that I felt a little guilty, but I was allowed to have my own life, wasnt I? Maybe life wasnt the best word. I was allowed to have something of my own. Did she think being invisible and mute to the people she called our friends was fun for me?
Lark jerked her headwhich was covered by a reddish-blond wig that looked like shed sustained a major head woundtoward a doorway that led to a quiet corridor. If she intended to give me a hard time, she was in for a surprise. I was ready to fight it out with her, and I couldnt blame the sudden aggression entirely on Halloween. I rarely told Lark how to behave, but she was always ordering me about like a dog.
Come meet my sister, I said to Noah, tugging on his hand. He was the most handsome of any of the boys there, I thought a little smugly. It was just too bad that I couldnt show him off to anyone but Lark.
This is extraordinary, Noah remarked, his head slowly turning from side to side as he took everything in. There arent any chaperones. In my day this amount of young men would never be allowed to socialize with these young ladies without supervision. It would be ruinous for the females, their very virtue called into question.
I loved the way he spoke, the words he used and how they rolled off his tongue. I held his arm as we followed after my sister. Are you telling me that you never managed to sneak off with a girl at a party? I teased. Never stole a secret kiss?
He smiled coyly. Maybe once. Or twice. The smile faded. But still, had we been caught, there would have been serious consequences.
Would you be grounded? Our parents had subjected Lark to such a punishment once for insisting I was real despite all their attempts to make her say otherwise. We were ten at the time.
Grounded? he repeated. Im not familiar with the term. No, we would have been forced to marry. I would have been duty-bound as a gentleman to save her reputation.
Married! I tried to think of Lark having to marry Ben because theyd been caught making out in his car. My sister would probably rather have her reputation ruined than be forced to do anythingeven if it was something she might enjoy.
Did that happen a lot? I asked, swerving to avoid walking through a girl wearing a ridiculously skimpy costume. She shivered as I passed. I resisted the urge to run a finger down her spine just to watch her do it again.
Occasionally. He nodded at the girl. I remember when women wore more clothing than that to go swimming. The world has changed so much since my death.
There was a sadness to his voice that made me want to hug him. I squeezed his arm instead, drawing another one of his smiles. Do not worry yourself about me, Miss Wren. It happens to all of us eventuallywhether we be living or spirit.
We crossed the threshold into the corridor where my sister paced. She was halfway down the length of the hall when she stopped, back stiffening. I didnt know how she sensed us, but she did. She always did. She pivoted sharply on her high heels and stomped toward me.
She looks ill-tempered, Noah remarked.
Lark shot him a glare. And you look like a butler.
I dont know which surprised him morethe insult or the fact that she had heard what hed said. Noah had said hed heard of me before, so I assumed he knew about Lark as well, but he obviously didnt know as much as Id thought.
She can see me? he asked, incredulous.
Even when its not Halloween, Mr. Darcy, Lark retorted.
I frowned at her. Dont be rude.
She looked as though she could cheerfully punch me. What was wrong with her? She needed to get over it, and quickly.
Noahs my friend, I informed my sister. I asked him at the last moment to come with me so I can talk and dance with someone who isnt you. Someone who can see me. Someone I can touch.
Larks expression could only be described as annoyed contrition. She wasnt happy about the situation, and I knew part of that was because she distrusted any ghost that wasnt me. I couldnt blame hershe had an awfully violent history with many of my kindbut Noah wasnt like that.
You should have told me, she said. What if someone sees the two of you? Its too close to Halloween for surprises.
What if someone does see us? I asked. Youve spent most of your life trying to prove that Im real.
She looked surprised at the question. Because I dont know what people would do to us if they figured it out.
People could be such...douche bags. They cant do anything. Not to me. The words felt hard in my mouth, but they slid out anyway. And I dont care if someone sees me. Im not afraid of a bunch of teenagers.
My sister stared at me. I didnt like the suspicion in her gaze. I hadnt meant to upset her, but I was through behaving as though I was something to be ashamed of. Tugging Noah with me, I turned around. Lets go dance.
Hey, Lark, Roxi cried from further up the corridor. Smile!
A flash went off, and for a second all the world was sharp and bright. The eyes of the dead dont need to physically respond to light or dark, so the light didnt blind Noah or myself like it had Lark.
Roxi stared in my direction, her eyes wide.
Something wrong, Rox? Lark asked.
The dark-haired girl shook her head. No. I thought I saw something, thats all. She shook her head, and her normally cheerful expression returned.