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“I’m walking out of here in full knight’s gear. Chain mail<br />
and all. I even have a mouth guard.” I stood rigidly at attention like<br />
I imagined a soldier would.<br />
“Well done, Sir Keller.” He <strong>no</strong>dded and picked up his book<br />
where he’d left it on the counter. “It was good seeing you again.<br />
Seriously, don’t be shy about stopping back in.”<br />
“Don’t worry. If I don’t have any questions, I’m sure Gunner<br />
will. Bye, Tucker!” As I turned and headed for the front door, I<br />
couldn’t help but glance around me like I was going to see someone<br />
standing between the shelves. I had opened a door that my dad and<br />
brother liked to hang around, the door that let me in on the idea that<br />
spirits were all around us all the time.<br />
As predicted, when I got home, Gunner immediately<br />
snatched the list with the website written on it out of my hands and<br />
made a beeline for the computer. I had to wait a few hours for him<br />
to be done researching his equipment, but when he was finally<br />
finished, it was my turn.<br />
I spent a good few hours looking up all the different types of<br />
stones and crystals available for psychic protection. <strong>The</strong>re were<br />
endless charts that listed hundreds upon hundreds of different rocks<br />
with all sorts of properties. Some of them were grounding while<br />
others enhanced the psychic abilities. Some repelled negative<br />
energy and some absorbed it.<br />
At one point, Gunner poked his head back into the den.<br />
“Chelsea, can I … what are you doing?” He immediately hurried<br />
over to my side to peer at the screen. “Are you looking up ghost<br />
stuff?”<br />
My face promptly turned the color of Rudolph’s <strong>no</strong>se and I<br />
tried to appear <strong>no</strong>nchalant. No big deal, just the world’s biggest<br />
pansy looking into something she’d always been vehemently<br />
against. “Um, yeah. A little.”<br />
Instead of making fun of me, literally the biggest smile in the<br />
history of smiles of the world spread over my brother’s face. I swear<br />
his chest was swelling up. Was he proud of me? For some reason,<br />
even though he was just a kid who was ten years younger than me,<br />
this gave me a serious case of the warm fuzzies.<br />
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