CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I found the men waiting for me at the front corner of the porch. Duncan took one look at my face and frowned. “What’s wrong?”
I shrugged. “I wish I knew. She just seemed… I don’t know, so sad, and I don’t think it was because of the dog.” The pup gave a whimper and hung his head. I smiled down at him and gave his head a rub. “It’s not your fault” I paused and wrinkled my nose as my fingers touched a small wet spot on the nape of his neck. I drew my fingers away and discovered the familiar glisten of spectral goop on my tips. “Or maybe it was.” The pup whimpered again as I shook my hand to get off the muck. “How’d you get that on you?”
Julien stepped closer to me. “What is it?”
I held up my wet fingers toward him. “Some spectral syrup, courtesy of Cornelia.
