Book Eight: Chapter 97

“Much obliged,” said Suly as his body knelt to grab his head. Within moments, the dullahan had pulled himself back together. He retrieved his whip from where he had dropped it when the bed had ambushed him.

Sofia frowned at the door they had come through. This was the first room they had entered that had only one opening, which meant they’d have to go back through. However, they had run here to escape a chandelier that had broken free of its chains and was now scurrying through the house like a demented spider.

“I don’t suppose you have any other tricks?” Sofia folded the blade up and pulled off her backpack. She knelt down to inspect the straps, then opened it up to pull out a canteen.

“I don’ know that I’d call what I do a trick.” Sulyvahn grinned and cracked his whip at the wall. “Mayhaps I could do a jig for ye, but it’s takin’ enough o’ me attention to keep the spirits at bay.”

“So you say.” While she believed that Suly was telling the truth about ghosts