What I wasn’t expecting was a ghost.
The ghost of Elodie Parris, to be exact, standing at my feet, glaring down at me, arms crossed. She was glowing so brightly that I squinted as I sat up. Elodie had been murdered by my great-grandmother nearly a year ago (long story), and thanks to a little shared magic between us before she died, her ghost was now tied to me.
“Oh, wow,” I croaked. “I was just lying here thinking this night could not get any worse, and then it totally did. Huh.

Autor: Rachel Hawkins