Jonathan looked at me.
"What do you mean?" He asked. He looked surprised, clearly, he expected it will take more to persuade me to join his little quest. Of course, I wasn't still sure this was the best thing to do, but at this moment I didn't have any alternative. The blood was the only thing that I could have thought of to provide me with immunity, using evil to ward off evil.
"Well, clearly you have a little problem with a ghost." I sounded like I didn't believe it. "Which means there must be some dark secret why is she haunting you. So spill the beans." Two could play this game. Maybe I wasn't professional ghost hunter, but I knew there were pieces missing. And I knew it would be me who would be risking a life. And the part about mirroring sounded simply way too cheesy even to me.I
