“Hello.” Her scowl stays fixed on Luca, who is staring with a puzzled expression at the spot where I’m looking. “Please tell me this isn’t your friend.”
“Definitely not,” I snort. “Sorry about him.”
“She’s here?” Luca asks, looking as uncomfortable as I’ve ever seen him. He carefully rounds the table to my side and takes a seat beside me. “Was that her?”
I c***k a cheeky grin. “What do you expect to happen if you insult a ghost?”
“But was throwing me with a book really necessary?”
“Yes,” both Tilly and I replied in unison. But of course, he can’t hear her. I was the one who got the death glare.
“You wanted to talk to me?” Tilly swoops past me and goes to stand right in Luca. The moment she does, he flinches, pulling the sleeves of his jacket over his hands.
“Is it just me, or is it
