He crossed toward me, a grin curving his mouth-then he stopped. "Should I get the other blade?"

I looked at the sword in my hand. "I'm waiting for the Rake."

He raised a brow. "The Rake?"

Oh, right, we'd never talked about him. "He's a ghost. Your ancestor. The Bennett you're named after."

"What?" Bennett laughed in surprise. "Here? When did he show up?"

"Um...a couple days after you brought me here from San Francisco."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"He's private. And you're both Bennetts. It'd be like...I don't know. Traveling back in time and meeting yourself."

"And you call him 'the Rake'?"

"Well, he's all swagger and devilish charm," I explained.

"In that case, how can you tell us apart?

Autor: Lee Nichols