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Dexter let out a sharp noise that was part whine, part bark Tyler quit speaking I tensed, feeling the grate of invisible icicles across ht shoulder Slowly, I turned my head in that direction

All I saas a swirl of darkness before the Ouija board flew across the room-and the point of the little wooden planchette buried in Tyler's throat

Chapter Seven

I sprang up and tried to grab Tyler, only to be knocked backward like I'd been hit with a sledgehaister that I was pinned to the wall by the desk, that dark cloud on the other side of it

The ghost had successfully ainst me If it hadn't been still jabbed in my stomach, I wouldn't even have believed it

Bones threw the desk aside before I could, flinging it so hard that it split down the center when it hit the other wall Dexter barked and ju to bite the charcoal-colored cloud that was forling noise, clutching his throat Blood leaked out between his fingers

"Bones, fix him I'll deal with this assle"

Dexter's barks drowned out the sounds Tyler s, then slapped it over Tyler'sout the planchette at the same time

Pieces of the desk suddenly became missiles that pelted the three of us Bones spun around to take their brunt, shielding Tyler, while I ju A pained yelp let ot to hihs

"Boy, did youa piece of the ruined desk Then I stood up, still blocking the dog frohost could lob at hi around a craggy, wrinkled face The ghost hadn't been young when he died, but the shoulders underneath his dark tunic weren't bowed froreen eyes boring into hostlike he was about to choke er than normal pins-and-needles sensation but didn't flinch If this schht to terrify me with a cheap parlor trick like that, wait until he saw my first abracadabra

"Heinrich Kraht Didn't ret what he did, but I wanted to knohose ass I was about to kick

"Address host replied in a heavy accent At least he spoke English; I didn't knoord of German

I smiled nastily "You know that witchcraft you pretended to try and stah e of a piece of desk, blood dripping in slow plops before the wound healed

If I wanted to suhosts to my side, I'd shed tears, but blood, coet him, boys! was shed to summon a different kind of spectre, all courtesy of my borrowed abilities fro power streaked throughthe roohost could feel it, too, I could tell A frown replaced the sneer on his face Dexter squeaked and li up frohost with all of the hunger that the grave held within it It wasn't her expertise with spells or potions that houls alike fear Marie Laveau It was her ability to call forth Re now As one, the Re a howl from Kramer that I savored like candy Remnants fed on pain, and it sounded like the Inquisitor was serving up a banquet I didn't know if they could kill the ghost, Kra the flesh that they could eventually explode, but I illing to let the was short-lived, however Just as abruptly as Kra their diaphanous, deadly for more substantial than air

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