“So,” the Bookkeeper grumbles. “What yer tellin’ me is that this kid here wants to find away to free Phantom from the prison that Specter put him in and you believe that the counter to the spell that she used is somewhere here in my shop?”
Biting my lip, I watch as Demon and Ian both nod. Sighing, the Bookkeeper runs a hand down his face, dragging it down his large beard. A small pang of guilt hits me as I’m sure that this is not how the Bookkeeper was expecting to spend his day.
But if this is the best shot we have to helping Phantom, I think, fingers flexing on my thighs as I work not to fidget.
‘Even if the Bookkeeper does not have what we need, I am sure another avenue will pop-up,’ Phantom mutters in the back of my mind and I subconsciously nod.
He’s right. Even if this doesn’t
