THE ENERGY WAS STILL there. Eldred tried to pinpoint where it was coming from, but it wasn’t like with regular ghosts. He squinted at Mo—no, he was alive...unless he was some kind of poltergeist Eldred had never heard of. To test his theory, he jumped to his feet and charged right into Mo who stumbled backwards until the sink stopped the motion.
Mo pushed him away, grabbed his arms, and forced him to bend down over the kitchen table. “What do you think you’re doing?” The harsh voice made hot tingles skid over Eldred’s skin but since this wasn’t the time to be bent over a table, he sent a faint wave of energy in Mo’s direction. He sensed when it left his body and pulsed into Mo’s.
Seconds later, Mo let go of him and stepped back. Eldred was a bit surprised when he didn’t make a sound; mos
