Nigel must have me on speaker, because Sadie’s exclamation fills my ear.
“I’ll be right back!” she says. The screen door creaks and then clatters.
A muted chuckle follows. “You have my wife running around the neighborhood in her pink slippers and nightgown.”
Honestly? This isn’t the first time.
“Tell me again what happened,” he says.
So I do, walking through our chat with the sprite to our decision to leave to how the aroma of the Orange Julius distracted us both.
“Can necromancers do that?” I ask. “Is there such a thing as a ward that smells?”
“Not that I know of.”
“It’s been more than a decade.” I turn slightly, trying to catch sight of that fluorescent orange. “Assuming we could smell it after all this time, it shouldn’t smell good.”
For a moment, my thoughts drift to Penny and
