Chapter 8
I leap between them, arms outstretched to catch Malcolm before he barrels in to Prescott.
“Stop! Stop it! Malcolm, listen to me.”
He doesn’t, of course. I’m not sure he can hear anything at this point.
“He’s trying to help, and if you don’t stop, he’ll sic an attack ghost on you.”
I clutch Malcolm tight around the waist. Something otherworldly swirls between us, although it doesn’t feel menacing. In fact, all this ghost does is smack Malcolm on the side of the head.
“Ow!” Malcolm blinks and glances around and then down at me. “You’re okay?”
“I’m okay. More than okay.”
The ghost makes a second pass. Malcolm ducks, but he’s not the intended target. The ghost zips past, planting a saucy kiss on my cheek as it does.
Prescott snaps his fingers. “That’s enough, Frederick.”
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