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435 pages, Paperback
First published September 3, 2026
I suddenly got the feeling I should have probably consulted my handbook before making any deals with ghosts. Especially ones capable of possession. And flirting. And puppy-dog eyes.
Something brushed my cheek. Gentle. Reverent. The whisper of a touch that sent warmth spreading through my chest instead of terror.
Nobody had ever touched me like this. I was as sure of that as I was that Charlie was meant for me. That we were meant to find each other. That if I were alive, I would give Charlie everything.
If I’d had any breath to steal, he would have stolen it.
Forever’s just a word until you find
Someone worth leaving the whole world behind.
The weight of it hit me square in the chest. That fear. I knew that fear. Not the same, obviously—I wasn’t dead—but that gnawing terror of being nothing. Of not mattering. Of all your years adding up to zero. Except Bat had already died once. Already lost everything. And he was terrified of losing what little he had left.
“I want to try partial possession. Where the victim maintains some consciousness.” “Bat, your use of the word ‘victim’ isn’t particularly reassuring.” “Me possessing you was your idea!”
“Does it… always feel like this?” he asked, very quietly. “No,” I whispered, running my fingers through his choppy dark hair. “It definitely doesn’t.”
“You’re not stuck. You’re just… paused. But pauses end.”
Nobody had ever touched me like this. I was as sure of that as I was that Charlie was meant for me. That we were meant to find each other. That if I were alive, I would give Charlie everything.