Chapter 4
Before we step into the circle of William’s friends—and the bevy of sprites that circle above their heads—he gives my hand a squeeze.
“You smell great,” he whispers. “What perfume is that?”
“Poison?” I say it like a question, too, because it was chaotic in Dayton’s.
“That’s my favorite.”
Of course it is. No wonder the sprites suggested it.
Then we’re there, surrounded on all sides. William introduces me to Manuel and Edie Jones, Darien and Arianna Armand. I remain mute during the introductions. My throat is too tight for words, and holding it together is becoming a full-time job.
“Manuel and Edie choreographed the extravaganza.” William points to the fountain. As if on cue, all the sprites line up and take a bow. “And Darien is the best ghost tracker the Midwest Necromance
