Forty-one: Time to go

Master bedroom

Claus' pov

"Galbraith?" I called my brother's attention.

"Yes.." his weak reply. He laid on the bed with one arm covering his face, I knew he was crying. Whatever happened awhile ago must have been tragic.

"How did you do that?"

He lifted the arm, "Do what?"

"You were talking to her. How?"

He did not respond and merely stared at the ceiling. Was it magic? If so, how did my brother managed to do it? He was not a wizard. Letecia had cursed him but did it give him powers? I shook my head. Impossible. I am imagining things. Not unless, ghosts had found a way to make contact with us and Yra had reached out to him from the other side.

"I do not know Claus. I...I just pictured her in my mind and she came up." He pushed himself into a sitting position, "Then she spoke to me. She told me to let her go."