Whispers at Moonrise

make you crazy.”
    He nodded, and acceptance filled his eyes, but she could tell it cost him emotionally. “And believe me when I tell you that the things I keep to myself are things you wouldn’t want to know either.”
    She looked deep into his eyes, hating this conversation, but only because she cared so much about him. “Secrets between people can’t be good. It can keep them apart. Why don’t we just tell each other everything?”
    “Sometimes what we don’t know protects us. It can’t hurt us if we don’t know it.” He leaned his forehead against hers. “I can promise you this, Kylie Galen. I’ll do whatever I have to do, but I won’t let this hurt you.”
    She frowned. “What do you mean by whatever you have to do?”
    “Just that. I won’t let what’s happening in my messed-up life hurt you.”
    His words scared her. But the fear was more for him than for herself. “I’m not some fragile little girl. I’m not the same girl whose window you peeked into.”
    The playfulness in his eyes was both sexy and warm. “Oh, I’ve noticed.”
    “I’m serious.”
    “I know. But you’re still my girl, and I want to protect you.”
    She rolled her eyes in frustration. “I’m the protector. That’s what I do,” Kylie insisted.
    “I know. You’re amazing and can do amazing things. And you’ve already saved my life. But as a protector, the one thing you can’t do is protect yourself. So please don’t try to stop me from doing it.”
    *   *   *
    Kylie woke up before the sun the next morning. The only thing she was aware of was Socks sleeping on her stomach, his pointed skunk nose resting between her breasts. She lifted her head and stared at the little guy. He opened one of his beady eyes and then the other, and stared up at her with adoration. The kind of look one got only from a pet.
    The kind that said pure love and acceptance.
    The silence in the room was loud. Unsure about what had awakened her, she pulled her arm out from under the thin cover to measure the temperature. No cold. No ghosts.
    And then she heard it. Or heard her.
    “Kitty, kitty,” Miranda called from the slightly opened bedroom door. “Come on, Socks. Don’t you want to be turned back into a kitten?”
    Socks sprang to his feet, leapt to the floor, and scurried under the bed. Kylie wasn’t sure if his annoyance was at Miranda for constantly trying to change him back or if he perhaps didn’t want to change. Considering Kylie had changed a whole hell of a lot these past few months, she couldn’t blame Socks. Change was scary.
    Miranda pushed open the door a bit more. “Come on, don’t make it hard on me.”
    Kylie leaned up on her elbow and yawned. “I think he’s scared.”
    Miranda moved in a little more. “I think I got it figured out. I just need to take him outside and into the first morning light.”
    “Hmm.” Kylie rose up, putting her bare feet on the cold wood floor. Too cold? She did another visual sweep to check for ghosts. Nope. She had a ghost-free zone happening.
    “Sorry I woke you up. I thought I could just sneak in and grab him.” Miranda seemed wide awake and in a good mood as she plopped down and gave the mattress a little bounce.
    “No big deal. I was practically awake anyway,” Kylie lied. In truth, it had been a pretty sleepless night. After Lucas had left, Della had retired to her room and Miranda hadn’t come home, so Kylie had grabbed Socks and gone to bed. Not to sleep. That would have been too easy. She’d tossed and turned for hours, juggling her problems like balls, and not really solving a single one of them.
    However, she had to admit, she’d gotten used to thinking of herself as a chameleon. And was thrilled it was one day closer to Thursday, when her real grandfather would visit.
    Or at least she prayed he’d visit her.
    Remembering her difficulty falling sleep reminded her that the last time she checked the clock, at around three AM , Miranda still hadn’t come back.
    “So, are you going to fill me in?” Kylie asked.
    “Fill you in on what?” Miranda’s smile tightened with mischievousness. Kylie studied her friend closer. She wore the same clothes she’d worn to her date last night. Had Miranda woken her to try to transform Socks back into a kitty, or did she need someone to talk with? Not that Kylie minded. She’d woken Della and Miranda up many nights, mostly with dreams or those scary visions—but if she had just needed to talk, she knew they’d be