Chapter 5

“Of course,” he said. “It’s only just occurred to you that I’m dead.”

My eyes bulged a second time. I felt bilious.

“Oh come now,” he said leaning down to offer me his hand. “Spirits are nothing to be frightened of. Have I done anything at all to warrant such a reaction?”

I hung my head, averting my eyes. He retracted his hand.

“No,” I replied. “But…”

“But nothing. Let’s say no more about it. Here.” He thrust his hand out at me once again. “Duchess would very much like to meet you.”

I reluctantly took his hand and he pulled me to my feet. Once more I was reminded how surprisingly strong he was for someone who was so thin. And dead.

“Duchess, meet a new friend of ours—Morgan Berry.” He reached under her neck and patted her. She nuzzled his ear. “Yes, I know our family names both begin with B. Isn’t that a bizarre coincidence?”

Duchess nodded and for a moment I wondered if the beast had actually understood her owner.

“Come on, Morgan. Say hello.”