heard the sobbing sisters start to whisper.
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He looked down at her, and when his icy blue eyes met her warm
brown ones, a thrill ran down her legs. Helen jumped up into a
fighting crouch. The whispers turned to wails and Helen saw the
bent heads and shivering white bodies of the three sisters blink in
and out of her field of vision. She backed up and scrunched her
eyes shut by force of will alone. The anger was so intense she felt as
if her organs had caught fire.
?Please go away, Lucas,? she begged. ?You just helped me, and
I?m grateful. But I still really, really want to kill you.?
There was a short pause, and Helen heard his breath catch.
?This is hard for me, too, you know,? he replied in a choked voice.
A skipping, scuffing sound from where he stood, a rush of wind,
and then Helen dared to open her eyes. He was gone, and thankfully
the miserable poltergeists had gone with him.
Helen crouched next to Kate, trying to see if she was bleeding
anywhere. She got down on her hands and knees to inspect every
visible inch, but strangely there were no cuts, bruises, or scrapes of
any kind. Kate was breathing evenly but she was still unconscious.
Helen risked picking her up and hoped she was doing the right
thing by moving her. She gently laid Kate down in the back of the
car, and then ran around to the driver?s seat as she dialed her dad?s
cell number. She started up Kate?s car as the phone rang.
?Dad! Meet me at the hospital,? she blurted as soon as he
answered.
?What happened? Are you . . .? he began in a panicked voice.
?It?s not me, it?s Kate. I?m on my way to the emergency room now
and I can?t talk and drive. Just meet me,? she said, pushing END CALL
and tossing the phone onto the passenger seat without waiting for