Chapter 9
Nigel gives me a quick squeeze before throwing himself at William. Our relief and joy mix with that of the otherworldly. It’s almost a party.
Except Orson is still here. Except, after William sends Nigel off with an escort of ghosts, he doesn’t turn to take my hand. He doesn’t lead me away from his uncle. He stands there in the hallway, blocking the exit. His features are set, eyes dull.
I’m more boxed in than ever.
I try anyway. “William?” My voice is soft and tentative. The ghosts that remain in this space quiver as if they, too, know something’s wrong.
He won’t meet my gaze. “I’m sorry, Katy.”
“Well done, my boy.” Orson claps his hands together. “Well done.” He turns toward me, hand outstretched in invitation. “Shall we proceed, then? Go on. Break the pact.”
“Why don’t
