Principles of Spookology (The Spectral Files, #2)

by S.E. Harmon

We may strangle each other to death, but then we want to be buried next to one another.

“I know you, Rainstorm. Sometimes better than you know yourself.

“Life would just be so much easier if I didn’t mind disappointing you.” “I’m sure it would.” Those blue eyes crinkled at the corners in an achingly familiar way. “I love you.”

I felt an overwhelming surge of love for him. No one cared about me like he did. No one.

admitting you’re different than you thought can be a scary thing,” I murmured. “Who’s to say what’s different and what’s not?”

But it just seemed too simple. I was comforted. Peaceful. I felt like… like I finally belonged somewhere.