Chapter Four
“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Mitch said, his arms still crossed over his chest. Though I didn’t think it was possible, a hint of a smile appeared on his face.
“Wait, are ghosts real too?” I asked, my pulse quickening. Werewolves and witches were one thing, but I didn’t know if my heart could handle the possibility of being haunted.
“Probably not the kind you’re thinking about,” Mitch said.
“That’s all I really want or need to know then,” I said, and Mitch chuckled. “What happened to the person you were supposed to send to meet me?”
“Oh. The staff’s tied up with deadlines and must’ve forgotten. But you seem to be handling this much better than I would’ve expected,” Mitch said. “Moon Grove hasn’t seen an outsider around town in quite a few years.”
“I’
