"Have you asked Holiday?" He leaned in and his shoulder bumped into hers, his warmth, his soothing touch chasing away some of her angst.
She shook her head. "Not yet. She's still in the office with Burnett." And Kylie still hadn't mulled over the whole ghost issue. If someone's ghost appeared to you when they weren't dead, what did it mean? The possible answers started her heart shaking.
"I think this is kind of important," he said.
"I know, but..."
"There's something else, isn't there?"
She glanced up. Was he reading her emotions or her mind? "Ghost problems," she said.
"What kind of problems?"
Of all the campers, Derek was the only one who didn't run away at the mention of ghosts. "This person isn't dead."
"So it's not a ghost." Derek looked confused.
Kylie bit down on her lip. "Yes ... I mean, at first the spirit had the whole zombie thing going on-hanging flesh, and worms-but then it changed. And when it did, the face turned into someone I know."
"How could that be?" he asked.
She paused. "I don't know. Maybe it's a trick."
"Or not," Derek said. "You don't think someone's going to die?"
Not anyone else, she wanted to scream. "I don't know." She yanked a few blades of grass from the ground.
"Who is it?" he asked. "Not someone here, is it?"
Kylie's chest tightened. She didn't want to say it-afraid that if she said it aloud, it would make it so. "I just need to think it through."
Derek paled. "Oh, crap! Is it me?"
"No." She tossed the blades of grass and watched them whirl in the wind on their descent.
When she looked back at him, she could feel him reading her emotions, deciphering their meaning. "You care a lot about this person." His brows pinched. "Lucas?" She heard the pain in his voice from just saying the name.
"No," she said. "Can we drop it? I don't want to talk about it. Please."
"So it is Lucas?" Derek asked.
"What's Lucas?" A deep, irate voice suddenly spoke up.
Kylie looked up and saw Lucas step out of the trees. His eyes were an angry orange color. She flinched with guilt for a just a second, then fought it back. She hadn't been doing anything wrong.
"Nothing," Derek bit out when Kylie didn't speak. He stood up and took one step toward the office. Pausing, he looked back at her, and then glanced at Lucas. "We were just talking. Don't go all were on her."
Lucas growled. Derek walked away, appearing unaffected by Lucas's anger. Kylie grabbed another handful of grass and yanked it from the ground.
"I don't like this." Lucas stared down at her.
"We were just talking," she said.
"About me."
"I was telling him about a spirit and that ... it looked like someone I care about, and he asked if it was you. You should feel good that he knows I care about you."
Lucas's scowl deepened. Was it because of Derek or because she'd mentioned ghosts? Lucas's inability to accept her working with the spirits hurt.
"He has feelings for you," Lucas countered.
I know. "We were just talking."
"It makes me crazy." His eyes glowed a deep, burnt orange color.
"What makes you crazy? Me talking to Derek, or me talking about ghosts?"
"Both." His voice rang with such honesty that she found it hard to condemn him for it. "But mostly it's the thought of you spending time with that fairy."
She flinched at his insult toward Derek. Then, unsure what to say, she stood up. Forgetting about her missing heel, she almost tripped. He caught her by the elbow.
She met his gaze, still marked by his were anger. But his touch was tender and caring, with no hint of the fury she saw in his eyes. She remembered that some of his reactions were instinctual, which meant he shouldn't be held accountable. Another part of her knew that instinctual or not, it didn't make it right.
She sighed. "We've already talked about this."
"Talked about what?" he asked.
"Both things. I help spirits, Lucas. That's probably never going to change."
"Yeah, but they scare the shit out of you. They scare the shit out of me."
Kylie tensed. "You think your shifting into a wolf doesn't scare me?"
"That's not the same. They are ghosts, Kylie. That's not ... not natural."
"But turning into a wolf is completely natural," she said with sarcasm.
He exhaled. "Okay, coming from someone who's lived their life as a human, I can see your point. And while I'm sure I'm never going to love the ghost whispering part of you, I'm working on accepting it." His tone told her how hard that was for him. "But accepting that you're spending time with Derek isn't easy when I know if he were given the chance, he'd steal you away in a snap."
She swallowed raw emotion and touched his chest. His warmth soaked through his shirt and into her hand. "I know how it feels. Because I feel the same way when I see you with Fredericka. And that's the reason I know I can't tell you to push Fredericka away."
He placed his palm over her hand and a soft pleading filled his gaze. "That's different. Fredericka is part of my pack."
She shook her head. "And Derek's a friend."
"Exactly. That's what makes it different. A friend isn't the same as a pack member."
"It is for me." She shook her head. "Think about it. You're loyal to pack members. You would defend them. You care about them. That's the same way I feel about my friends."
"That's because you're not a were. Or at least not yet." He snaked his free hand around her waist and tugged her a little closer. "Hopefully, soon, it will all make sense to you."
I'll never be a were. She stared up at him. The evidence of his anger had faded from his eyes and she saw affection in their deep blue depths. He cared about her. She knew that with certainty. And maybe for that reason, she wavered about telling what she knew. Instantly, it hit her that she hadn't hesitated to tell Derek. Why could she confide in Derek and not Lucas? Bothered by the thought, she forced herself to say, "I'm not a were."
"You don't know that," he said. "The fact that you developed more before a full moon and had mood swings has to mean something."
She shook her head. "I'm not. I know what I am."
His eyes tightened in confusion. "You ... How do you know?"
"My father appeared to me again. He said I was a chameleon."