Chapter 23
If the child’s face had had features, Maggie felt quite sure she would have been smiling.
“Miss Trent,” Bertrand said, “I’m afraid I must leave you to defend us.”
“What?” Maggie said.
“Primurgo.” A shield blossomed around Bertrand.
“I had thought better of you.” The Master sat down behind his desk.
“Full of surprises, that one.” Maggie lifted her sword.
The child watched Maggie move, her hair twisting and curling around her.
“I really don’t want to hurt you,” Maggie said. “Be a good little specter and go outside with the others, okay?”
The girl’s hair grew, unfurling into tentacles that spanned the width of the room.
“Fine then.” Maggie swung her sword.
The blade met the blackness and stopped with a clang.
Vibrations shot up Maggie’s arm, numbing her hands.
“Melivio
