“I’ve noticed the company you keep,” she pressed as if searching for the weak spot, the tender bruise that would make Este squeal. Este’s mind flared with images of the ghosts, laughing as they sailed through the stacks on the ladders. Was having fun cause for expulsion? “You have?” “You don’t want to get too close to the Fades,” Ives said, sharp and cold as an ice pick. “Not while The Book of Fades is still missing.”
