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“I am…
“We were the Forgotten. Do not let us be forgot.”
“We won’t,” Memphis assured them. “It’s okay. You can move on now. You can be at peace.”
“You lie!” The accusation came from a man at the end. “He has told us the truth of you! You will lie and lie and lie to keep us from our power!”
The Forgotten began to lose shape again, speaking with one voice: “We will eat you down to the bones. We will suck the magic from your souls and have it for ourselves!”
“What’s happening?” Ling asked. “What did we do wrong?”
“It’s him,” Conor said. “He’s doing it.”
There was a slight wobble in the air, as if the night were made of water. The wraiths shrank back.
“What just happened?” Evie asked.
“Wait! Do you remember the day at the museum when we created an energy field and nearly melted the credenza?” Ling asked.
“Odd time for a trip down spooky memory lane, Ling!” Sam said.
“We need to try to do that again.”
“How? We don’t know how we did it the first time,” Theta said.
“It’s that or be eaten by those things in the fog.”
“When you put it that way…” Henry said. “What did we do then?”
“Stand together,” Ling said.
“The Diviners must stand or all will fall,” Evie said, Liberty Anne’s words suddenly making sense.
“The time is now. The time is now!” Luther cried.
The Diviners quickly joined hands. The steady pounding of the rain gave way to a sinister drone, like the massing of a million flies hovering above a battlefield of screaming wounded.
“Oh, god…” Theta said, shaking her head as if she could shake the sound from her ears.
“Concentrate!” Ling shouted above the din. “Think of… think of sending them back.”
“Here goes…” Sam said.
He could feel the others, then, as if they moved with one body, one mind. The air rippled again. It pressed against the Diviners like a storm moving in, till they felt they might be ripped apart. And then the edges of the night peeled back, as if reality were nothing but a dream. The Forgotten screeched. “But he has promised—no!” There was a thunderous boom. And then there was nothing. The fog had cleared. The graveyard was quiet except for the soft, steady patter of rain and wisps of light falling like incandescent ash.
“Everybody okay?” Memphis asked, pulling Isaiah into a tight hug.
“Yes,” Evie managed. They’d destroyed the ghosts. They’d saved people. But she couldn’t deny that there had been something darkly exciting about the incredible power of that moment. Her skin still hummed. She felt slightly euphoric, as if she’d drunk the perfect amount of champagne.
“They’re gone. We got rid of ’em,” Sam said.
“But where did they go?” Ling asked, mostly to herself.
“Onetwot’reefourfiveseven. Onetwot’reefourfiveseven…” Conor repeated. Except for his mouth, he’d gone as still as a cornered rabbit.
“No. No!” Luther cried out. His head rolling right and left. “Don’t let him in!”
Evie took Conor by the arms. “Conor? Conor!”
