Ducking his head, he pulled off his ghost light and hung it over her shoulder. She didn’t bother to say, But you’ll be waiting in darkness. Nor did she say, If I vanish immediately into the lake, you’ll have to find your way out of here sightless. Because he’d already known both these things when he’d given it to her. Instead she said, “You know, you’re not such a shithead.” “No,” Ronan replied, “really I am.” Turning to the water, she allowed herself the brief gift of closing her eyes and shaking her head a little with the fear and awfulness of what she was about to do. Then she stepped in.
