Book Eight: Chapter 124

“You’re staring,” said the man. Servant? Butler? Mike had no idea what his actual job title was.

“So I am,” Mike replied. “Will probably stare at the Caretaker, too. Is that a problem?”

“I cannot say.” The servant’s features were flat, and there wasn’t a flicker of emotion anywhere in his soul. No amusement, irritation...nothing.

“Great, well, let’s go, then.” Mike helped Cerberus off of the lounge and the three of them exited the room. When the door closed quietly behind them, Mike looked back and saw a pair of spectral hands, followed by the wispy trail of a spirit.

Interesting, he thought to himself and then followed the man down the hallway. They passed through a couple of different rooms on their way to see the Caretaker. Each hallway was lit with torches that held glowing stones.

“Is that magic?” asked Mike, hoping to get the man to say something.

“Yes.”

When nothing else came, Mike continued talking. “So is it a spell that the Caretak