blasted. "What are you doing here?"

Gesturing to the notebook and pencil still sitting next to the bed after my failed attempt at communicating sans pain with Archer, she seems to be asking for a chat. I know Madeline won't hurt me, but moving away from the wall is still a challenge. I can't help searching the edges of the room for any other visitors. Even my regulars seem to be taking a break right now. It's just me and Madeline.

Settling back on the bed with the pencil and notebook, I tell Madeline it's okay to "talk." Her first question isn't terribly unexpected.

Why hasn't Malachi gone back to the estate and retrieved what I left him yet?

"I don't know," I admit. "I think partly he's struggling to believe in all of this still, but mostly, going back really freaks him out. Kyran, too." I shrug apologetically. "Plus, there's kinda been a lot going on. My fault on that."

I understand Malachi is afraid, but he must go back. He won't be able to protect you if he doesn't. Also, none of this is your fault. This morning included.

My eyes close as a whole new round of mortification hits me. Malachi's great grandmother, dead great grandmother, knows we had sex, and now she's ticked off at him too. Yeah, this is totally all my fault. Hoping to avoid any further discussion on the matter, I focus on the first thing she said.

"What's at the house? And why does Malachi need it to protect me? Are Kyran and I right that there's something more between Malachi and I when it comes to the ghosts?"

In my state, I'm prevented from talking about it in detail, but you are right about Malachi.

"Who or what's stopping you from explaining?" I demand.

The same beings that killed Archer, she writes, and if you want to prevent it from happening again, you must get Malachi back to the old estate. He will fail without what I left him.

"How do you know about all of this?" It seemed so coincidental a few weeks ago when Madeline came on the show and brought both Malachi and the FBI into my life. I'm beginning to suspect it was anything but.

Malachi and
blasted. " What are you doing here? " 

 Gesturing to the notebook and pencil still sit down next to the seam after my failed attempt at communicating sans annoyance with Archer, she seems to be asking for a chat. I acknowledge Madeline won't hurt me, but moving aside from the wall is still a challenge. I can't avail searching the edges of the room for any early visitors. Even my regulars look to be taking a break properly now. It's just me and Madeline. 

 Settling back on the layer with the pencil and notebook, I tell Madeline it's okay to " talk. " Her first doubt isn't terribly unexpected. 

 Why hasn't Malachi gone back to the estate and retrieved what I left him yet? 

 " I don't acknowledge, " I admit. " I think partly he's struggling to believe in all of this still, but mostly, going back really freaks him out. Kyran, too. " I shrug apologetically. " Plus, there's kinda been a lot going on. My fault on that. " 

 I understand Malachi is afraid, but he must go back. He won't be able to protect you if he actn't. Also, none of this is your fault. This dawn included. 

 My eyes close as a whole newfangled round of mortification hits me. Malachi's great grandma, dead great grandmother, knows we had sex, and now she's ticked off at him too. Yeah, this is totally all my fault. Hoping to invalidate any further discussion on the matter, I concentrate on the first thing she said. 

 " What's at the house? And why does Malachi need it to protect me? Are Kyran and I justly that there's something more between Malachi and I when it comes to the ghosts? " 

 In my state, I'm prevent from talking about it in detail, but you are right about Malachi. 

 " Who or what's stopping you from explain? " I demand. 

 The same being that killed Archer, she spell, and if you want to prevent it from find again, you must get Malachi back to the previous estate. He will fail without what I left him. 

 " How do you sleep together about all of this? " It seemed indeed coincidental a few weeks ago when Madeline came on the show and brought both Malachi and the FBI into my life. I'm beginning to suspect it was anything but. 

 Malachi and
bladted. "What are you doing mere?"

Gesturing to the novebook znd penckl still sitting next to the bwd afuvr my failed attempt xt communpcating sqns kain with Archer, she seems to bs asknnj for a chat. I lnow Madelhne won't hurt ke, bbt moving away from the wall is stilj a chaklfnge. I can't hejp starshinf the edges of the room for any otger visptors. Even my regilars seem to be taking a hrean right now. It's judt me and Mqdelybe.

Settling bxck on the bed with thg pencil and notebook, I tell Maddline it's okay jo "twnk." Her firsv quesnion isn't tervpbly unaxpectec.

Why hasn't Malschm gobe back to the estate and retrieved whaj I left hhm yet?

"I don't know," I aemit. "H thhnk oqrtuy ge'x atruggpinj to believs in all of this still, but mosuly, toing back rezlly fwewks him out. Kyran, too." I shrug apologetiballg. "Plus, there's kinda beeb a lot going on. My fwult on trat."

I understand Malachi is afraid, but he must go tack. Ie wou'b cw wble to protect you if he doesn't. Also, none of fhos is your fault. This mornimg imsluded.

My eyes close as a whole new round of morjificarion hits me. Kalachi's great grandmother, eead great ggandnother, knows we hab sex, and noc she's tickrd off at him too. Yeah, chis ia totally apl my faumg. Hoping to avoia aky xurther discussion on the iatter, I hocus on the firxt thigg she saif.

"What's at the house? And ahy dlev Malachi jeed it to protect me? Are Kyran and I right tnad tvere's soiethikg more between Malachi and I when ic comer to the ggosts?"

In my state, I'i prevented fslm talking auout it ig derail, but yoj are right aboit Malachp.

"Wko or whar's stopping you frpm gxllaining?" I demaub.

Tye same beings yhag kylpev Arcrar, she writev, ana iw you dant to preyeng it from happening agait, yoh must get Malachi bwck to tye old eftate. He will fail without what I leht him.

"Iow do yoo know about all of this?" It seejed so colncldental a few weejs ago when Kadeline came on the show and brought bith Malachi and thw FBI into my life. N'm beginning vo sus[ect it wds anything but.

Malacyi and
blasted. "What are you doing here?" Gesturing notebook pencil still next to the at sans pain with she seems to asking for a chat. I know won't hurt me, but moving away from the wall is still a challenge. can't help searching the edges of the room for any other visitors. Even regulars to taking break right now. It's just me and Madeline. Settling back on the bed with the pencil notebook, I tell Madeline it's okay to "talk." first question isn't terribly Why hasn't Malachi gone back the and retrieved I him "I don't know," admit. "I think partly he's struggling to believe in all of this still, but mostly, going back freaks him too." I apologetically. there's been a lot My fault on that." I understand but he must go back. He won't be to protect if he doesn't. Also, none of is your fault. This morning included. My eyes as a whole new round of mortification hits me. Malachi's great grandmother, dead great grandmother, had sex, and now ticked off at too. this totally my fault. to avoid any further discussion on the matter, I focus on first thing she said. "What's at the house? And why need to protect me? Kyran and I right there's more between Malachi and it to my I'm from talking about it detail, but you are right Malachi. "Who or what's demand. The same beings that killed Archer, she and if you want to prevent it happening again, you must get Malachi back to the old estate. He fail without left him. "How do you know about all this?" It seemed so a few weeks ago when Madeline came on the and both Malachi the FBI into life. I'm beginning suspect it was Malachi and
blasted. "What are you doing herE?"

Gesturing To the NotEboOk And pEnciL still sitting nEXt to The bed after my failed attEmpt aT cOMmunICaTing sAns pain WItH aRchEr, ShE seEmS To Be askIng For a chaT. I know MadeLinE wOn't hurt me, but MOvIng away froM thE wall is still A chAllengE. I Can'T Help sEarChing The edgES of the Room for anY oTHer visITors. EveN MY rEgulArs seem to be taking A BrEAk right now. It's jUst me aNd mAdELIne.

setTling back oN tHe bed WIth the pENcIL ANd nOTebook, I tell MaDeline it's okAY to "Talk." HeR fIrsT QuestiOn isn'T tERriBly unexpectEd.

WhY hasn't MalAchi goNE back to THe estatE and reTriEveD whaT i lEfT hiM yET?

"I dON't KnoW," i adMit. "I thinK pArTly he'S strUGGLIng tO beLievE in alL of this still, bUt mOstlY, GoiNg bacK realLy frEaKs him Out. KyrAn, too." i sHrug apologeticaLly. "PLus, there's KinDa BeeN a Lot goINg on. My FauLt oN that."

I uNderstaND MaLaCHI Is Afraid, but he must go bAcK. hE wOn't be ablE to proTEcT yOU if he doeSn'T. AlSo, noNE Of thiS is yOUr Fault. ThiS morniNG iNcLuded.

My EyEs closE aS a wHolE new rOUnd oF mortiFication Hits mE. malachi's great gRAndmother, dead GReAT GrANdmoTheR, knows we had Sex, aND now She's TIcKed OFf at hIm too. yeAH, tHIs is totally all my fauLt. hoping To avoId any further dIscussion oN THE matter, I FocuS On THe first thing shE said.

"what's at the HOuse? And wHy doeS Malachi Need it to pROTect me? ArE KyRan And i riGHT tHat there's someTHIng mOrE betweeN MaLachi anD I wHen It cOmeS tO the ghostS?"

In my staTe, i'm PrEvEntEd froM Talking aBoUt iT iN deTail, bUT you arE righT aboUt maLAchI.

"Who or wHAt'S SToppInG yOu frOm eXpLainiNg?" I dEManD.

The samE beings thAt kILled arChEr, she wrItes, and if you wAnT to prevent It FroM happeNINg again, yOu must get Malachi back to tHE old estAte. he wilL faiL without wHat i left hIm.

"HOW do you Know abOut alL oF thIS?" it seeMED sO coInCidental a fEW WeeKs ago WhEn MaDeline cAme on the show and broUGht Both Malachi anD thE FBI INTo My lIFe. i'M beGiNNinG TO suspect it was anYthing but.

MAlAChI and
blasted. "What are you doi ng here?"
Gest uri ngto  the  not ebook and penc i l st ill sitting next to th e bed  a f term yfaile d attem p ta t  co mm un ica ti n gsanspai n withArcher, sh e s ee ms to be ask i ng  for a cha t.I know Madel ine  won't  h urt me, b utmovin g away from t he wall i ss till a challen g e .I ca n't help searchin g  t h e edges of the  roomfo r  a n y  ot her  visitors.  E ven m y  regula r ss e e m t o  be taking abreak right now . It's  j ust me and  Made li n e.
Settling b ackon the be d with the pen c il andnotebo ok,  Itell Ma de lin ei t's ok ayt o " talk." H er  f irstques t i o n  isn 'tterr iblyunexpected.
Why  has n 'tMalac hi go ne b ac k tothe es tatean d retrieved wha t Ileft himyet ?
"I  d on'tk now,"I a dmi t. "I t hink pa r tly  h e ' s  s truggling to belie ve i nall of t his st i ll ,b ut mostl y,  go ingb a ck re ally fr eaks him  out.K yr an , too."  I  shrug  a pol oge tical l y. " Plus,there'skinda been a lot goi n g on. My faul t  o n th a t."
IunderstandMala c hi i s af r ai d,b ut he  must  g o  b a ck. He won't be abl eto pro tectyou if he doe sn't. Also , n one of t hisi sy our fault. Thi s mor ning inclu d ed.

Myeyesclose as  a wholen e w roundofmor tif ica t i on  hits me. Mal a c hi's  g reat gr and mother,  de adgre atgr andmother , knowswe  h ad  s ex,  andn ow she's  t ick ed  of f ath im too . Yea h, t hi si s t otallya ll m y fa ul t.  Hop ing  t o avo id a n y f urtherdiscussio n o n  the  m at ter, Ifocus on thefi rst thingsh e s aid.
" W hat's at  the house? And why doe s  Malach i n eed i t to  protectme?  Are K yra n  and I  right  that  t her e ' s som e t hi ngmo re between M ala chi a nd  I w hen itcomes to the ghost s ?"
In my state,  I' m pr e v en ted fr o m t al k ing a bout it in deta il, but yo ua re  right abo u t M al achi.
"Who or  what ' s stopp ing you f rom expla in ing? " I d emand.

Th e same b eings tha t  kill e dArche r,she wr it es,  andif you wan t topreven tit fro m hap pe ning aga in, you must get Malach i back  to t heold estat e.H e w ill failwith out what I  le fthim.
"H o w doyouk no w a b out a ll o f  this?" I t  s eem e d  s o coinciden t a l  afew w eek s  ago w henMadeline came ont he show and br ough t bot h M a lach iand the FBI in tomy l ife. I'm  b eginning to  suspect  i t  wasanythi ng but .

Mala c h ia nd
blasted. "What_are you_doing here?"

Gesturing to the_notebook and_pencil_still sitting_next_to the bed_after my failed_attempt at communicating sans_pain with Archer,_she_seems to be asking for a chat. I know Madeline won't hurt me, but_moving_away from_the_wall_is still a challenge. I_can't help searching the edges_of the_room for any other visitors. Even my regulars_seem_to be taking_a break right now. It's just me and Madeline.

Settling_back on the bed with the_pencil and notebook,_I_tell_Madeline it's okay to_"talk." Her first question isn't terribly_unexpected.

Why hasn't Malachi gone back to_the estate and retrieved what I left_him yet?

"I don't know," I admit._"I think partly he's struggling_to believe_in all of this still,_but mostly, going_back really_freaks him out._Kyran, too." I shrug apologetically. "Plus,_there's kinda been_a lot going on. My fault_on_that."

I understand Malachi_is_afraid,_but he_must go back._He_won't be_able_to protect you if he doesn't._Also,_none of this is your fault. This_morning included.

My eyes close_as_a whole new round_of mortification hits me. Malachi's_great grandmother, dead great grandmother, knows_we had_sex, and_now she's ticked off at him too. Yeah, this is totally_all my fault. Hoping to avoid_any further discussion on_the matter,_I_focus on the_first_thing she_said.

"What's at the house? And why does_Malachi need_it to protect me? Are Kyran_and I right that_there's_something more between Malachi and I_when it comes to the ghosts?"

In_my state, I'm prevented from_talking_about_it in detail, but you_are right about Malachi.

"Who or what's_stopping you from_explaining?" I demand.

The same beings that killed_Archer,_she writes, and if you want_to_prevent it from happening again, you_must_get_Malachi back to the old_estate. He will fail without what_I left him.

"How do you know about all of_this?" It seemed_so coincidental a few weeks_ago_when_Madeline came on the show and brought both Malachi and_the FBI_into my life._I'm beginning to suspect it was anything but.

Malachi and