Chapter 22

Rachel gently pulled away from him, the excitement of the moment, overshadowed, by the lurking threat of Allison. Part of her was jumping for joy, while another was almost cringing in fear. She couldn't forget how terrified she was, that night in the asylum. The spirit was intent on killing her that night, and Galen too. The memory of him, lying bruised and battered in her arms, was almost too much to contemplate and she struggled to focus on the problem at hand. 

"You okay?"he asked. "There's no more secrets between us, Rachel. It’s us against the world, and my money's on us."

She smiled at the assurance in his voice. This man had no need for deception, or hidden agendas. He was honest to a fault. "It’s still a frightening prospect, Galen. Going up against this spirit won't be easy."

He led her to the couch. "I know, but I hope that what I learned from Mrs Morris, can help us defeat her."

Rachel looked at him