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I gasped

I ht, but that doesn&039;t et startled My first instinct was to dash toward the door of er fro at , and the next, I was standing guard at my office door

"I didn&039;t mean to startle you, Samantha"

"Of course not, asshole Which is why you appeared suddenly in h that wall"

I was a e for obvious reasons The confusion because my inner alar on?

I kept an ear out towardshard, but all I could hear was Anthony&039;s light snoring Ta, but I could sense her there in her room, curled up in her bed, one arm tucked under her pillow

"Your extrasensory skills are progressing rapidly, Samantha"

"What do youmy brain for an explanation of how he had appeared so suddenly in my office I found none

He watched me from the corner of the roo serenely His blondish hair seemed to lift and fall on currents of air that I sure as hell didn&039;t feel

He cocked his head slightly to one side "Your ihter, of course Your psychic hit is coht have rushed the guy At the least, slaht answers But I held back For now

"Who the hell are you, goddammit?" I asked

"God never da, mister Or Ishain, so warht have woninthe details of hter

"Who do you think I am, Samantha?" he asked

"A dead "

His hair, which hung just over his ears, lifted and fell again, and I was beginning to wonder if I was dreaht particles that formed brilliantly around him seemed to disappear into hirown stronger over these past seven yearsand more violent, too The violence is part of your nature now, I suppose, but my hope is that you learn to suppress it Violence has a way of getting out of control, controlling you" He stepped slowly out of the shadows of my office, away from the bookcase, and stepped around my old recliner When I don&039;t use the office for work, it&039;s my escape from my kids, where I coh no one knows about the crying

"Who are you?" I asked again