Mystress regarded us with cold, almost dead eyes. I said ‘almost’ dead because there was a hint of life in her eyes. Whether that meant she was a ghost or this was some kind of illusion, I had no idea.
Regardless, my survival instincts kicked in when she appeared. Spike was growling at her even more loudly than before. It made me wonder if dogs could see ghosts better than humans, seeing as Spike had apparently noticed her before we did. Assuming, that is, that she was a ghost at all.
Nightbolt, however, showed no fear or hesitation. He simply stepped forward and said, “Mystress. Long time, no see.”
Mystress nodded once. “Same to you, Nightbolt. I see you are still wearing that ridiculous costume of yours.”
“You’re one to talk,” said Nightbolt, looking her up and down. “Robes? What, d
