CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I walked over to the pile and began rummaging through it. “The people around here are pretty nice when you get to helping them, aren’t they?”
Ben joined me at the pile with a smile on his face. “They pride themselves on their hospitality, once you’ve proven you’re not an evil spirit.”
My eyes twinkled up at him. “I’m not so sure about you.”
“I prefer to be considered a mischievous spirit,” he countered as he picked out a simple but clean pair of pants. “All the better, as some of the charms around here would certainly work against evil.”
I lifted an eyebrow and a shirt out of the stack. “Really? They’re not all just for show and comfort?”
He hopped first one leg and then the other into the pant legs. “Well, belief is half the workings of magic, but the effigies
