“Not quite,” she said.
I removed Casper’s arm from my person, but then felt like a jerk for doing so. “You’re only nineteen?”
“And now, I’ll never be any older. They gave me this book that explains it all.” Both hands turned up, palms facing the sky, without even saying abracadabra, like Justin Willman would have doing card tricks, Casper made the book appear. “I didn’t do that.” And then claimed he hadn’t.
Admittedly, the kid’s grin was friendly, not menacing, friendly, like the ghost he was probably going to tell me he was named after.
“I’m not magical, now, am I?” He shook his pink haired head. “No. Gamila is.” Casper passed me the tome.
“Non Huis Hundiby Vitus Alopeus. Did I say it correctly?” The title sounded familiar. “Not of This World, right?” And not just from my earlier flashback. Recalling that one brought another, though.
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