Chapter 4“You’re babbling, mate.” Casper put a hand on my arm. “Just sit there and chillax a minute.” He had both hands on me, one on each shoulder, now. Except, he didn’t, because he used one to scratch his nose, which meant the undead itched, and the hand on my left shoulder was attached to someone else.
“I should get up.” With Mystic in my hand and my legs like wet noodles, it wasn’t easy. “Or maybe I should just stay down here.”
“Whatever you wish.”
“Who are you?” I turned toward the man without a face, the one suddenly willing to help make my wishes come true.
“I am called Artemis Alexandros.” The accent attached to his words was not as pronounced as the others’, but a hint of it remained. I was thinking Greek, possibly because of his name. When his hand moved to the back of my ne
