Book Eight: Chapter 96

Cecilia flew toward the cabinet. She grabbed onto the top of the cabinet and gave it a good shake, causing it to wobble. With a yank, she pulled the thing over, and it crashed to the ground.

“Good job.” Mike stood and rubbed at his lower back. “What the hell? Was that a ghost?”

“It wasn’t.” Cecilia floated back. Behind her, the cabinet bounced around in an effort to right itself. “The spirits are holding back.”

Mike helped Cerberus to their feet. “Are you hurt?”

Cerberus shook their heads no, then leaned in and hugged him, their tail wagging. Each head took a turn kissing him on the cheek. Mike chuckled and patted each head.

“Good girls,” he said. The hellhound smiled at him, then turned their heads toward the dining room table and growled.

From beneath the long table, chairs crept out in a manner that reminded him of crabs. Mike’s breath froze in his chest. If he asked, Cerberus could transform and torch them with no effort. But that would mean b