Chapter 13
He’d been at least somewhat aware he was cowering under a tree, but Dane didn’t really shake off the hyperaware cloudiness of his mind for an eternity, and when he did the moon had moved across the sky more than he liked. He got up from where he’d been huddled, cold, and noticed a familiar figure not far off.
“How the hell long have you been there?” he asked, searching for his flask. Dane never went seeking magic wells without it.
“That episode lasted twenty minutes,” said Ned. The ghost kept his distance. “But I’ve been here since you started.”
“What, all day? I don’t need you watching out for me.” Dane had a drink at him, glaring.
Ned crossed his arms.
“Then you’ll be pleased to learn I was here strictly for the entertainment.”
Dane didn’t know which he hated more. He’d
