Harley opened his eyes. Connor was still motionless on the ground while the spirit—Harley assumed it had to be Bridget—was dancing and twirling around, obviously overjoyed and elated. Harley got to his feet and cleared his throat, grabbing Bridget’s attention.
“I, Harley Green, renounce the bond between Bridget Bishop and myself.”
Bridget looked horrified. In the next instant, she started shaking as visible tendrils of magic leaped out from everywhere within her and seeped into the ground. When it was over, she bore a terrifying expression. It reminded Harley of all the nasty spirits in the horror movies he enjoyed so much.
He stood his ground when she jumped into the air and pounced in his direction. However, before she could get close enough to him, a bright light appeared. Harley did
