“What’s wrong?” I laughed nervously. “Oh, nothing. Just made friends with what could’ve been a witch, ghost, or zombie.” His eyes sharpened. “Celeste?” “Yeah. She introduced herself. And she couldn’t have been more creepy if she’d tried. She suggested I kill you.” His expression darkened, his lips pressing into their default thin line. “And?” “I told her I’d think about it. I’m leaning toward yes.”
