Anton smirks at me, searching my face as I laugh. “What’s so funny about being called Tony?”
“Because!” I exclaim, shaking my head at him, brushing my hair away from my face, getting my words out between laughter. “You can’t be a ghost named Tony – Tony is like, the guy who works in the sandwich shop down the street! Tony trades you his lunch money for the answers to the history quiz! Tony isn’t hand-picked by the Goddess as a mystical handmaid to aid the Princess in the Underworld –“
“You can have my lunch money any time you want, June,” Anton murmurs, smirking at me, not taking his eyes away.
“Oh, I’ll take your lunch money, Tony,” I say, still laughing, crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair. “But you know I’m right – or else you wouldn’t have let me call you Anton for weeks.
