“Jane! What are you doing?”
Another slave, much older, looked from the ankh to Paige and back.
“For packing!” Paige insisted. “To repel moths and keep smells away.” She tucked the ankh under the hem of her skirt and wrapped the leaves and flowers in a scrap of cloth. “See?”
“I see very well, Jane. You should know better. This sort of thing will get you hanged.”
“I…I’ll get rid of it.” She everything into her pockets. “Tomorrow.”
She knew just the place.
Paige bolted up. That grove was familiar. Very familiar. The trees were larger now, but she knew where Jane had buried her talisman, right here in Salem.
Geoffrey stood at the foot of her bed, not quite opaque.
“What are you doing?” she asked, glancing at the clock. Seven. Only early because she wasn’t doing anything today.
The ghost shrugged. “Nothing. Now that Mary-Summer is gone, I don’t have anything to do.”
He had gotten better at calling Summer by the name of her current incarnation, but he still slipped up now and then.
“So…you’re watching me sleep?”
“Only a little. Hoping you would wake up. I still don’t have anything to do, but I can watch you do things.”
Paige’s jaw went slack. Finaly she picked it up. “Man, being a ghost sucks.”
“Undeniably and indescribably.”
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