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knowing what "this" is would also be nice. Adeana You wanted to know how I managed to drag Damon into all this. the thing is, you know, you just didn't know you knew. you were there. we're getting to it. "Do you remember the biggest adventure--well, really, the only adventure--our little ghost hunting club had?" he asked with much the same tone he'd used when quizzing me about adeana. I studied the back of his head as he put away the bottle, wondering why. "How could I forget? I got you shot!" He shut the door to the cabinet, studying me critically. His next words were not what I expected. Would you be more comfortable on the couch? We can move over there if you prefer. I think moving right now is not a bright idea. I'll be all right here. Adeana Dougie eyeballed me, scowling."I think not," he murmured, then before I could protest, he scooped me up and carried me across the room. It was all very chivalrous...up until the point he stumbled on the rug and all but flung me onto the couch. Dougie! Sorry! sorry! Still apologizing, dougie grabbed our drinks, handing me mine before seating himself on the nearby chair. Of course. It was our ridiculous ghost-hunting thing. Wandering around graveyards and abandoned houses and all those weird places, we were bound to run into trouble sooner or later. But when we burst into their hideout, we were at a dead run. Do you recall why? So, do you remember why we wound up stumbling into those criminals? I do! My gods, how could I forget? "It was the basement of blood!"

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