{Excerpt+Giveaway} Bait by Kasi Blake

Bay-Lee stepped forward to lay a red rose on the coffin lid.
“I’m right here,” Nick said.
His presence gave her a burst of strength. She straightened
her back, standing tall, and turned to face him. He looked incredible. Her
fingernails dug into the flesh of her palms. Pain helped. It kept her from
losing her mind and throwing her arms around his ghostly form. She couldn’t
touch him. Wraith or ghost, he wasn’t a solid mass anymore. Her hand passed
through him whenever she forgot and reached out.
“This is my second funeral,” he said.
She winced. “Please don’t.”
“I wish I could hold you.”
“Don’t.” She repeated the word, louder this time.
“You look absolutely incredible, so beautiful. You’re even
beautiful when you cry. Did I ever tell you that?”
Her life was weird. She was in the cemetery with her dead
boyfriend. Not only could she see him, she could hear him. The only thing she
couldn’t do was touch him. Being with him and not being able to do something as
simple as kiss his cheek was pure torture.
“I can’t believe you’re gone,” she said to the coffin.
“I’m not gone,” he said, his impatience showing. “I’m right
here.”
Before she could argue the point, Alec returned. “You did
this,” he said. “You killed my brother.”
She gasped.
“Was Van in on it with you?”
Nick stood between them.
“Everyone was so afraid Nick would become evil. You and Van
did this to him.” Alec shouted, “Admit it!”
A vicious growl startled her. Werewolf? No. It was Nick. “She
didn’t kill me, you idiot! Leave her alone!”
Alec got in her face. “You don’t belong here! Go home.”
Van and Bruce appeared in a flash. They each took an arm and
walked him to his car. Bay-Lee watched, her entire body trembling with rage and
grief. Keisha put an arm around her shoulders. Together, they left the
cemetery. Bay-Lee refused to look back to see if Nick was following them. She
told herself she didn’t care.
Bay-Lee spoke quietly. “Tyler Beck got a nationwide memorial
service. He was mourned by millions, and he was only a musician. Nick is worth
a hundred Tyler Becks, but no one cares he’s gone.”
“I care.” Keisha gestured to Mike who was waiting at the car
for them, sunglasses hiding his swollen eyes from view. “He cares.”
“Nick deserved better than this.” She glanced back at the
grave. “He was a hero, but people have no idea. They don’t care he’s dead.”
She started crying again. It was impossible to hold back the
flood of tears. Feeling humiliated, she climbed into the backseat of the limo.
Keisha got in after her. The girl pulled Bay-Lee into a tight embrace. “I’m
sorry,” Keisha said, and this time she sounded like she meant it.
That made Bay-Lee cry harder.