Chapter 1
While it’s true my grandmother had a never-fail solution when it came to ghosts, I’m not sure it’s going to work with brothers—necromancer brothers in particular. Still, I’m in the kitchen, measuring water and grinding one hundred percent Kona beans in hopes that it will.
The coffee starts to percolate. The scent is bound to catch someone’s attention, ghost or human. If nothing else, the aromatic steam that touches my cheeks is making me feel better.
I peer out the kitchen door, searching for both those humans and ghosts. The morning air that filters through the screen holds a hint of fresh-cut grass and newly sawn wood. The slender branches of the willow tree sweep the ground in trembling anticipation. Chaucer can sense the coffee even if no one else can yet. I hold up his fa
