Something sinister has slithered into Spirit.
Seventeen-year-old Bristol Blackburn is still adjusting to life in her new home. In the last six months, she lost both her parents, revealed her psychic abilities to a small, select group, and found the boy of her dreams. Literally.
Payne McKnight has no problem telling Bristol he loves her, but something is stopping her from saying it back. Maybe it’s the generations-old feud between their families heating up again. Or maybe it’s the vision she has of Payne’s grandfather killing the new girl in town.
Worse than that, it could be the ominous black snake Bristol keeps seeing in her dreams. Since it arrived, many have died and the Shadow Creatures have returned to kill her.
You’d think the bright spot for Bristol would be the vision where she’s finally able to say those three little words: I love you.
If only she was saying them to Payne…
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Journal of Bristol Blackburn
Just woke up after another vision. All I can say is wow.
I know I’ve gotten hung up on the idea of being able to say I love you to Payne. I should be able to say it. Lord knows he loves me.
But what I don’t understand is how. How could he love a girl who might have a ghost tag along as a third wheel on any of our dates? Or one he can’t surprise with a romantic picnic date under our favorite willow tree, because I’d seen it already in a vision?
And yet, clearly he does love me.
It’s been just under four months since his Great-Uncle Jasper tried to kill me. Four months since Payne, possessed by his uncle, who I knew as Jay, nearly killed himself protecting me. Four months since he told me he loved me, right before being set ablaze and getting impaled through the chest.
Four months, and I haven’t been able to say it back. I can’t even refer to the two of us as boyfriend and girlfriend. I correct other people who call me his girlfriend. Like I’m afraid I’ll break out in hives by being the girlfriend of the most gorgeous boy on the face of the Earth.
There’s just something holding me back.
I’ve told Zach and Simon that I love them. And though I may not have said it to him, I can admit that I love my Uncle Mark. I can even admit I love Grandpa, although I guess that depends on the day.
But when it comes to Payne? I just can’t say it. I know he’d like me to, and he’s been so patient. He hasn’t pressured me at all, but I know he wants to hear me say it back.
So I have this vision. I’m in that perfect spot, by our willow tree, and I’m finally able to get those words out.
I say, “I love you.”
You’d think that would make me happy. The pressure’s off, right?
It might, if I were saying it to Payne.
The new guy in my dream is tall and muscular, with dark blond hair and such pretty gray eyes. He has a goofy, lopsided grin on his beautiful face, and I can tell that he has a great laugh. He looks like a nice guy. What’s worse is that when I say I love you, he looks like he loves me back.
I said: WOW.