“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.”