Inspector Kent has come to see about Ithal’s death. His men comb the woods for evidence of foul play, though they find none. Phantoms leave no trail. Mr. Miller is taken from a pub and brought round for an inquiry, though he protests his innocence, insisting there are ghosts in the woods of Spence.
Damion has left his calling card—the red cloth—nestled in the ivy outside my window along with a note: Meet me in the chapel.
I
slip inside the empty chapel and stare at the angel with the regent’s head. “I’m not afraid of you anymore. I understand you meant to protect me.”
A deep voice answers. “Go forth and conquer.”
I jump. Damion shows himself from behind the pulpit. “Forgive me,” he says with a sheepish smile. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
He looks as if he hasn’t slept in days. We
