Chapter 15Thad was fighting back tears. Tears never helped, but he couldn’t think of anything that would. He was cold, hurt, unable to do magic, unable to make Sandy solid. There was nothing he could do.
He wanted to call for Sandy to come back, which was stupid. He’d lived without having a ghost sidekick for thirty-seven years, and now loneliness swamped him as soon as Sandy was out of sight.
“They’re coming!” Sandy ran toward him, and Thad jumped to his feet only to groan in pain. The dread was stronger than the pain, though.
“How many?”
“Three.” Sandy ran back out of the circle and disappeared.
Three? Grim had three people willing to work for him? Thad tried creating some blue sparks but nothing happened. Grim wouldn’t dispense of the spell until it was time for the carving.
Did h
