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“Watch out for this one,” Remington said as he continued down the line, pointing at a young maid. “Claire has a mischievous streak.”
“It’s not my fault that my boss was a complete jerk,” she huffed, rolling her eyes. This girl couldn’t have been older than twenty. Her hair and makeup style screamed fifties, along with the wide skirt and cinched waist of her maid’s dress. “How was I to know that someone would let the raccoons in to scavenge the kitchens?”
They all cracked up, used to her antics. It was crazy to see them all talking and interacting like they were living.
An older man was glaring at her as she spoke, his mouth twisting into a grimace at their easy camaraderie.
“And who might you be?” I questioned. He shot me a glare and ignored my question.
Remington let out a little huff. “That’s George. Don’t expect an answer out of him. He was poisoned during a dinner party. His brother wanted the house and money even though he was the youngest.”
“Bastard,” George growled. Despite how angry he was, there was no malice in his tone.
“Why don’t you find peace, George, if you’re miserable here?”
“You won’t get my house either, missy,” he hissed.
The guys shifted closer, Ethan picking up on the anger and indignation in George and the guys following suit.
Remington ignored us and moved on, going through the entire group. Most of the ghosts disappeared right after their introduction, but others stayed.
By the time he finished it was just him, Eleanor, Theodore, George, and Claire.
“Do any of you want to cross over?” I questioned.
Their answer was a swift, collective no, and I let it drop. There was no point in worrying them about how we’d handle this darker entity.
That was a discussion for the witches.
“Where should we investigate next?”
“Oh, for your TV show?” Claire asked, clapping her hands excitedly. “I always wanted to be a movie star.”
“It’s not on TV, just streams our live videos online so people can watch it. They see what we see through my glasses,” I tried to explain but they all looked baffled.
“What about the lake?” Ryker asked, changing the subject.
He’d been the most interested in the lake.
Me? I was willing to skip that icy trip altogether at this point. Especially after Ethan’s encounter.
“No, we don’t venture outside of the walls. Anything out there is beyond our knowledge,” Remington said. His voice was deadly serious and a bit nervous.
Whatever was out there worried him.
“He said they don’t leave the castle,” I answered Ryker. “They seem a bit nervous about what’s out there.”
“Then the lake it is,” Ryker said. “We can save the other wings of the castle for when Hale comes. Feel free to amp up the interactions then, by the way.”
He shot a grin toward the ghosts who all started whispering to themselves. They popped out a moment later, leaving us alone again.
“They’re gone and a bit too excited about that,” I said as I flopped back on the couch. “That was exhausting.”
“We can take it easy until tonight,” Lincoln promised, sitting down next to me and pulling me into his lap.
Ben walked to the fireplace, adding more logs and stoking the embers to get it roaring again before they all settled onto the various couches.
Except for Ben, who sat at the table, diving into more research.
