Chapter 8
We stared at that ghostly form until the spell began to fade. The floating simulacrum of Mrs. Olson's body sank to the floor, silvery bits of it gathering up and dispersing as if being blown away by a wind we couldn't feel.
Then it was gone.
Brianna looked around for a light switch, gave up and pointed her wand at the light fixture above us, commanding it to turn on. It had a warm, yellow glow, not particularly bright but enough for the three of us to lean in close around Mrs. Olson's body.
"I don't see any sign of it from here," Brianna said, putting her face far closer to the corpse than I would have done, what with the thick smell of it so much stronger when you got too close. "Not a puncture, not even a drop of blood. There might have been tears, I suppose, but after so m
