Okay, so we have a ghost-spy.”
“A ghost-spy who can do magic,” Jenna added.
I nodded. “Even better. Which means that maybe the playing field is leveled after all.”
Jenna squeezed my hand, and I was actually feeling kind of optimistic as we approached the greenhouse. I mean, I wasn’t going to start skipping or anything (mostly because I was afraid I’d slip in all the muck), but all in all, I felt worlds better.
Through the glass walls of the greenhouse, I could see most of the other students standing in a circle, and I was in a good enough mood to joke to Jenna, “Ooh, wonder if we’re gonna play Duck, Duck, Demon.

Autor: Rachel Hawkins