Both of them made some scratchy noise in their throat as if to deny it. Kylie just rolled her eyes and started out. And her ghost, carrying a bloody sword in one hand and ... and somebody's head in the other, cut in front of Kylie. The head, apparently freshly severed and still pouring blood, dangled and bounced against her hip as she moved.

Kylie gasped and came to an abrupt stop. The spirit turned around, and smiled. Then, holding the body part up by a handful of dark hair as if it were a trophy, she gave it a good shake. I told you, killing is a piece of cake.

She shook the head. The eyes wobbled as if loose in their sockets, and blood squirted out of the neck.

Kylie let out a frightened squeak.

Swinging around, Kylie slammed into Burnett and buried her face in his shoulder and hung on. "I'm too tired to handle body parts," she muttered. "Make her go away. Please, make her go away."

Chapter Eleven

Five minutes later, the ghost gone, Kylie walked up her porch steps and turned to say good-bye to Burnett behind her.

He studied her with compassion. He hadn't apologized for being so hard on her, and he probably wouldn't. No doubt, he thought she deserved it. And in a way, she guessed she did.

Burnett reached around her and opened the door. "Promise you'll go to bed and not try to wander off again?"

"I promise," Kylie said.

"And try to trust me," he said.

"I do."

"No, you don't," he said, sounding defeated. "If you trusted me I wouldn't just now be finding out about Hayden."

"Someone made me promise not to tell," she said. "If you had promised someone something, wouldn't you try to honor that?"

He sighed, probably offering her the best understanding he could. "But you need to be careful what you promise people." He glanced around, looking a little leery. "Is she still gone?"

Kylie knew who he meant by "she." She looked left and then right. "I don't see her anymore." But deep down she worried the spirit wouldn't stay away too long. Tomorrow she needed to confer with Holiday about how to get rid of the ghost permanently. Holiday was right. Kylie had no reason to help someone so evil.

"Do you know what she wants? Or who the head belonged to?" Burnett asked.

"I don't know. It could have happened years ago for all I know. But as for what she wants, yeah, I sort of know."

"And that is?" he asked.

"She wants me to kill someone for her." Kylie was too tired to put the sarcasm in her voice.

Burnett scowled. "Who?"

"She hasn't made that clear yet," Kylie said.

"They don't ever ask too much, do they?" he said, but sarcasm rang in his voice. Obviously, he wasn't as exhausted as she was.

Kylie shrugged. She went to step back, but this time it was Burnett who surprised her, when he moved in for a hug. It was short, but sweet, and she realized she needed it.

"Do you want me stay a while?" he asked, looking awkward after the show of affection.

"No," Kylie said, letting him off the hook.

"Do you want me to get Holiday?" he asked. "I will."

"No, I'm fine. I just want to go to bed." Her gaze cut to the sky; it was almost morning. She reallyneeded some sleep. And she was exhausted, physically, but the walk back had kick-started her brain again. Touching Hayden's phone in her pocket, she remembered she also wanted to call her mom. She moved up the porch, looking back once to see Burnett standing at the steps, gazing at her with parental concern.

She remembered her grandfather saying Burnett had stepped into the role of a father, and in a way she supposed he had.

"I'll be fine," she assured him. Not that she felt all that certain.

"Promise me you won't leave the cabin," he said again.

"I promise." She shot him a half-faked smile and shut the door.

Once she heard his footsteps leaving, Kylie leaned against the door and just stood there. Then something caught her eye at her bedroom door. Her heart sank when she saw the steam billowing up from the slit at the bottom, telling her she had company.

Oh, boy. Had she brought more show and tell? What body part had she dragged along this time?

But damn, Kylie didn't want any company.

Or at least not that kind of company. She needed a friend. She needed one of her best friends. She looked over her shoulder at Miranda's door. No steam was billowing out from the bottom.

Turning around, she opened her friend's door. It was early, but something told her Miranda wouldn't complain.

* * *

A much-needed smile bubbled up inside Kylie at the sight of the sleeping witch wearing her smiley pajamas and spooning a huge teddy bear like it was her lover. Kylie took in the witch's blond hair with streaks of pink, green, and black scattered over the pillow, and just like that she felt her heart lighten at the sight of her good friend.

As she took another step, the wood floor creaked as if announcing Kylie's presence.

Miranda's shoulders twitched, but she didn't roll over. "I thought we were going to wait to have sex,"

she muttered.

Kylie's smile widened. "I think that might be wise. I'm not sure our relationship could handle it right now."

Miranda swung around, bringing the teddy bear with her. Her sleepy eyes now popped wide open.

"Besides," Kylie added, "I think you and the teddy bear might have already done the deed."