Chapter 15
After devoting her weekend to mastering her Gift, Esme was forced to catch up on more everyday concerns. She had no clean clothes, she hadn’t written to her father in a week, and she’d fallen so behind in her schoolwork that she panicked whenever Rank glanced her way in class. She was meant to deliver a progress report on her history project by Friday and suspected that writing ‘I’ve made no progress’ wouldn’t net her a passing mark.
‘But you found out something at the ghost grim,’ Lillian reminded Esme, after a fruitless Tuesday study session in the library. ‘Conor said that Mann snapped, moments before he died. Started jabbering about how he regretted everything, how he was “tricked” into it all.’
‘I don’t know if that’s relevant to my topic.’ Esme sighed. ‘I don’t know wha
