The ghost's cackling makes me want to claw my own ears out. He's been circling overhead for fifteen minutes, singing nursery rhymes along with songs he's made up on his own. Or maybe they're just songs I've never heard before. Either way, they all make my skin crawl.
"Round and round the witch girl goes, where she stops the dead all know..."
I tap my foot against the hardwood floor, checking my watch for the third time in two minutes. Waiting for Acarus and Orion to finish whatever the hell they're doing upstairs is much like those movie scenes where you stand in line at the DMV—if the DMV were staffed by cryptic supernatural beings who held the answers to life's mysteries but refused to share them in anything but riddles.
Seriously, Selene's got a lot of resemblance—
Don't you dare.
—to herself. Just herself. Nobody else.
"Can you please shut up?" I snap at the translucent figure floating above me.
