#Chapter 13 – The Land of the Dead

“I’ll leave you here,” Nic intones, dropping his hand from mine the moment the three of us materialize in the room. “Okay,” I say, turning towards him. “And if I need to go somewhere, what? I just call you and –“ “You don’t need to go anywhere,” he says, flat. And then he disappears. I scowl at the vacant space he just left. Anton shifts, his arms folded over his chest, likewise studying the empty spot. “Chatty Herald you got, didn’t you?” “Do you think they’re all like that?” I turn to look up at him, curious. He shrugs, looking down at me. “Hey,” I say, turning to him fully and putting my hands on my waist. “Did you make yourself taller as a ghost?” “What?” He stares at me again like I’m crazy – something I’m starting to get used to. “You can make yourself bigger as a wolf,” I say, shrugging, seeing the logic in it even if he doesn’t yet. “So, did you like, exaggerate your height? In your human ghost form?” Anton’s face bursts into a grin and he reaches out to gi