I, uh, saw Archer last night,” I said, like I’d just bumped into him at Starbucks. “He used this communicating stone thingie to…drop by, and, um, say hello.”
“And you just now decided to mention this?” Dad asked.
“When I got here, you guys were already yelling at Torin,” I fired back. “I didn’t exactly have a chance to get a word in. Besides, Archer didn’t know anything, really. Or at least nothing more than we do. I didn’t think it was a big deal. He was only here for like, five minutes.”
“In your room?” Mom asked, eyebrows up.
“He was non-corporeal!” I cried. “And all…ghostly. Everything was totally G-rated, swear.”
“One of L-Occhio di Dio is your boyfriend?” Finley asked incredulously.

Author: Rachel Hawkins