Shady

Ky glanced at him irritably. "And my alternative is to wander around until I find a brawny-looking spirit and then somehow figure out how to convince them to follow me ...

"I think I'd rather just stay in my room," she muttered, pulling another book from the shelf.

Au contraire. "I also can't expect a stranger to accompany me every moment of the day," she countered. "Or even most moments. People are going to start thinking me insane ...

"Okay," Ky said quietly, nodding. She sighed again. "Thank you for the suggestion." This was positively hopeless. What was she supposed to do? Wander around the Keep until she found ...

Ky took a deep breath and let out the sigh this time. Great. A ghost babysitter to protect her from her psychotic uncle that she wasn’t allowed to tell anyone ...

She resisted the urge to sigh. Or run away. Or cry. This was horrifying. “Like who?”

“God…” she murmured, feeling sicker. “…can he use the sword? Like… how much danger am I actually in here?”

“…what does he look like?” she asked reluctantly, feeling sick.

“I’m not Michael’s plaything,” Ky snarled, glaring at him; offended by the implication. “I’ve no desire to make him like me.”

“And me?” Ky asked impatiently. He was missing the point. “If Michael can hurt me — and realizes that — then he’s going to. And that is… concerning. To both ...

“Yeah… I do think it’s mostly about…him.”

“He knows you,” she countered. “And Michael.”

“Yeah.” She pulled another book off the shelf. “…I think he’s worried about me, more than anything.”

So much for having his fill of her. “I don’t think he knows how he feels about it yet. It… wasn’t welcomed anyhow.”

Ky kept her distance but walked back to the shelf and began pulling books that looked like they may be vaguely relevant. She wasn’t in the right head space for ...