Good Will Ghost Hunting: Demon Seed [Good Will Ghost Hunting 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Tymber Dalton Page B

felt a cool breeze brush against her arm, not like the air-conditioner, but something cold and clammy.
    Kal started slapping at the buttons, fighting her panic, until she found the one at the bottom that tripped the buzzer. The cool breeze worked its way up her bare arm, across her shoulder, to the back of her neck.
    With her heart hammering in her chest, Kal started pounding on the door and screaming for help.
    The cold breeze encircled her neck and settled against her other ear. In her mind, as if whispered to her, she heard a soft, “Hello.”
    Her control snapped.
    In the total blackness she started crying, screaming as she attempted to pry the door open and kicked at it. After another interminable moment she heard Aidan on the other side.
    “Kal, honey? Are you okay?”
    “No, I’m not freaking okay! Get me the heck out of here right now!”
    “I’m working on it.”
    “There’s something in here with me!” She continued screaming and kicking, pounding on the door. The cold feeling slithered down her other arm before wrapping around her legs.
    “What did you say, Kal?” Aidan asked.
    “Get me out!” she shrieked.
    A moment later, the lights came back on, making Kal scream again. She whirled around, crying, certain she’d see…
    What?
    She was alone.
    A moment later the door opened, the elevator stuck three feet above the floor below her destination. Aidan reached in and pulled her out and into his arms. He was alone.
    “You okay, babe?”
    She nodded. She tried to quit crying, but now that relief had displaced her fear, she clung to him, desperate, emotionally overloaded as the adrenaline crash hit her.
    “Shh, it’s okay, babe,” he softly reassured her. When she recovered, he held her at arm’s length. “You okay?”
    “Yeah.” She wiped her face on her shirt. “I’m sorry, I guess I freaked out.”
    “What was it?”
    She started to say, then paused. “I…guess I just freaked out. Not enough sleep and the total darkness got to me.”
    He nodded, but looked concerned. “You sure?”
    “Yeah.” She started to head for the stairs—no way in heck she’d ride that elevator again—and stopped. “Crumzola. The camera.”
    He smiled and held out his hand. “Let’s you and me go get it together. We’ll walk.”
    She smiled and let out a relieved breath as she laced her fingers through his. “Thanks, Aidan.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Aidan waited until the next Sunday evening to talk to Ryan again. He found his boss alone, cooking in his Atlanta condo.
    “Expecting company?” Aidan slipped onto one of the barstools at the counter.
    Ryan glanced up from the skillet. “Not particularly. To what do I owe this visit?”
    Aidan nervously twisted his hands together. “What’s going on, Ryan? Why are you so insistent that Kal and Will be together?”
    “I have my reasons. You should know that.” He glanced at him. “You haven’t done a very good job at keeping them together, have you now?”
    Aidan wouldn’t meet Ryan’s gaze. “I don’t want Will to bolt.”
    “You’re practically hiding her from him. That’s not what I wanted. Even you’re smart enough to know that.”
    “I love her.”
    Ryan arched an eyebrow at Aidan, who clarified. “Like a sister. Duh.” He studied his hands. “She reminds me a lot of Chloe,” he quietly added.
    Aidan knew he didn’t imagine that Ryan’s posture changed, stiffened. Yeah, a low blow and a calculated risk, but he had to find out what in home’s name Ryan’s game was. He also knew he didn’t imagine the sudden tension in Ryan’s voice.
    “That took place many years ago. You know damn well I don’t wish to talk about her.”
    “You’re not going to hurt them, are you?”
    Ryan glared at Aidan, his green eyes blazing. “Do you really need to ask me that? Have we not been through enough together, known each other long enough to answer that question?”
    “You know what I mean. Don’t give me that self-righteous crap.” Aidan composed