CHAPTER TWENTY
The ghosts flew after the pup, but instead of giving chase Duncan grasped my hand and smiled at me. “Shall we?”
I grinned. “Not if you don’t keep up with me.”
I tightened my grip on him and rushed forward, pulling him along with me. He stumbled for a few steps before he gained his momentum. Then he took the lead.
“Hey!” I yelped as the tables were turned and I was now the one being tugged along.
Duncan looked over his shoulder at me with a wide grin stretched across his face. “The chase won’t wait!”
I laughed, and the sound echoed over the clearing as we made our way down the arm of the pentagram. We arrived at Eva’s doorstep with the spooks in the lead, Duncan following a few steps behind them, and me a pile of breathless goo attached to him.
I managed to slip
