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enjoyed her touch. She leaned her hips against his back and placed more force behind her hands. The sound coming from John intensified.
    He could not help himself. The purr escaped him. The feeling was enjoyable. There was a slight pressure and increased heat against his spine. It felt like a body. John again glanced behind him. No one was there. Weird , he thought.
    Since the classroom was the only place he could find that was warm, he decided to stay for a while. Taking a deep breath, John placed his arms on the desk. He lowered his head onto his forearms.
    The pressure on his spine indeed felt like a body—a woman’s body. His purrs deepened. His thoughts drifted off to another place, a more pleasant place. A place where there was no war, only a beautiful woman massaging him.
    Strong fingers traveled along his spine. John clenched his jaw and curved his back slightly, hoping to press her more firmly to him. If it were not for how soothed and relaxed he felt, he would think the classroom was haunted.
    Ten stress-free minutes passed before his mind considered the possibility more seriously. His slow-paced heart picked up speed. His closed eyes opened. He stared at the wooden desk beneath his arms. He focused his senses on the pleasurable feelings. It definitely felt like a small body was pressed against his back while small, strong hands rubbed and molded his shoulders and upper back. It felt real. Very, very real.
    John jumped from his seat, knocking the bench over. It dropped onto its side, going through Jasira’s legs. He whirled around, thinking there was actually someone behind him. He saw no one, only a large empty classroom. He scanned the room while he tried to calm his racing heart. It dawned on him that the massage had stopped. Something was not right.
    Jasira looked at John with sadness. If only he could see her, then perhaps she would not have to see the fear in his eyes, placed there by her need to soothe him. Unexpectedly, John moved through her and hurried to the front doors.
    Jasira watched her kindred soul exit her classroom without opening the door. She released a soft cry. She raced to the front doors, through them, and paused in the middle of the dirt road. She spotted John rushing toward the castle. How did he go through a solid door? He was not mist. She knew he was special, but this went beyond anything she had expected.
    Jasira wanted to go after him. She understood why John ran off. She did not blame him. If their situations were reversed, she would have done the same. If only she could speak to him, she would explain everything. Unfortunately, she could not. The only thing she could do was be more careful. She did not want to scare him away permanently. However, what she saw him do demanded answers. She knew of only one person who could uncover them. Herself.
    John slowed his pace. That familiar cold erased all traces of the warmth he had found at the school. He peeked over his shoulder at the white building. There was definitely something odd with that place.
    He bumped into something solid. “Bogdan, I’m sorry.”
    “That’s okay. Are you all right?”
    “Actually…” John said, looking at the school, “can you tell me if there’s something I ought to know about that school?”
    Bogdan regarded the school from where they stood. “Like what?”
    “Like if a ghost resides there.”
    “A ghost?”
    Bogdan suddenly looked guilty. “Yeah.” John noticed the slight anxious movements he made from side to side.
    “Why would you ask that?”
    “Because it’s an old building. A lot of old buildings have history and lingering specters. I wondered if this one has both.”
    “Well…that bilding has stood there for centuries as our houz of worship. And it is very special. It miraculously survived the war unscathed. That’s why the king converted it into a skool—a blessed haven for our youngsters to learn in. So it does have history.” Bogdan shook his head. “But no ghosts.”
    “Are