Shamira was pacing a trench in the area around the eighteenth green on Shane's golf course. It was bad enough that she had been a vampire for less than two weeks, a sexual submissive (in practice) or less than one week and that both things weighed heavily on her mind. She had just finished baring her soul about one of the most traumatic events of her existence, and now she'd met her first ghost who had an unbelievable message for her.

"Bullshit!" she shouted again.

"I assure you, that is the case as it stands."

"Samantha is even more skeptical about this mystical shit that I am! I mean was....