“What are we drinking?” “My specialty cocktail,” she said. “But I'm missing something. Wait here. And don't touch anything!” Hecate flashed out of the room and Skop immediately jumped onto the couch with me. “Touch the skull! Please, please touch the skull!” His tail was wagging at a million miles an hour as he looked pleadingly at me. “No! Not a chance,” I told him, avoiding looking at it. I wanted to touch it very much. “You're so boring,” he humphed, and sat down.
