“Is there a ghost out there?” Ilya asked, amused. “No. Fuck you. This is fucking dangerous and you know it.” “Is it? We are not doing anything.” Hollander looked at him hard. His dark eyes were a mixture of anger and lust. Ilya decided to drop the act. “You came anyway,” he said. “Yeah,” Hollander said, his voice tight and full of forced courage. “I guess I did.”
