Chapter 22

“Embrace the stereotype much?” Ian asked Khnurn as he reached for him.

“Hey, it’s Halloween. I figured that if anyone suspected anything they’d just write it off to being a great costume. Your parents told me the same thing just happened with another guest.”

“I didn’t hear them say that,” Ian said.

“Your mother and I don’t really need loud conversations, if you know what I mean,” Khnurn said.

“My parents seem to like you,” Ian observed.

“They know how I feel about you. Your mother can read my thoughts. Your father can read my emotions. They were also a little impressed that I made it by their boundary candles. Of course, I’ve always gotten by the ones at this house.”

“Wait, you’ve been here before?” Ian asked.

“And so have you,” Khnurn replied. “You tend to favor this part of the country, at least for the last few hundred years. We can talk about that later though.”

“But how did you find me?” Ian asked. “You just remembered this house? You knew I’d be here?”