“This is extortion,” Nik growled, snatching the ticket off the ground. “Why did mine cost so much more than yours?” “Because she paid more than you.” We both jumped. The voice was as creaky and old as the cathedral itself, but it wasn’t in my head like the Empty Wind’s had been. A few breathless seconds later, I realized it wasn’t a spirit at all. It belonged to a short, pale figure with a stooped back, stringy gray hair, gray skin, and white eyes that reminded me of a blind cave fish’s that blinked at me when the cathedral door opened. “Opal paid all that she had,” the person went on, their
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