Sarah shuffled through the crowd, disappearing toward the front of the house.
There were undoubtedly guests who agreed with me, but they hadn’t spoken up. To my mind, that was as good as condoning her behavior. While it was unlikely she’d change her opinion, I’d still fight the good fight.
Sometimes, that was the best thing—and the only thing—you could do.
2
The rest of the shower was much less dramatic. When it was over, and we’d said goodbye to friends and relatives and thanked my mother and sister lavishly, we climbed back into Ethan’s most recent automotive obsession, his Audi R8, for the return trip to Hyde Park.
“Sorry about Aunt Sarah.”
“There are a million Aunt Sarahs in the world,” Ethan said, and slid me a glance. “You handled it with aplomb.”
I grinned at him. “I was doing you.”
His eyes widened. “I beg your pardon?”
“I knew you wouldn’t say anything in front of my family—your control’s too good. So I imagined what you’d have told her and said that.”
Ethan opened his mouth, closed it again. “Is that a compliment?”
“I’m not entirely sure,” I said with a smile, patting his leg. “But I do respect your ability to throw shade at an asshole.”
“Thank you, I think.” There was amusement in his voice, which was what I’d intended.
My cell phone, slipped into a slim pocket of my dress, began to vibrate. When I glanced at the phone, the number was familiar. And I had a pretty good feeling this wasn’t a social call.
“This is Merit.”
“Hey, it’s Annabelle.” Annabelle Shaw was a necromancer, a woman whose magic allowed her to commune with the dead, help them reach those they’d left behind and make the peaceful transition to the afterlife. We’d met her randomly one evening, and she’d later clued us into one of Sorcha’s alchemical hot spots.
“Hey, Annabelle. What’s up?”
“I’m sorry to bother you, but I have a situation. I left a message with the Ombudsman’s office, but I thought I’d better call you, too, just in case.”
“We were just leaving a family event, so my grandfather is probably on his way home. He might not have checked his phone yet. What’s up?”
“I’m at Almshouse Cemetery. I was doing a sweep when I found it.”
The concern in her voice had me sitting up straighter. As a necromancer, Annabelle was hard to shake, even where cemeteries were concerned. “When you found what?”
“Someone has disturbed a body.”
My lip curled instinctively. “That’s awful.”
“Unfortunately, that’s just the first part of it,” Annabelle said. “I’m pretty sure they also summoned a ghost.”
• • •
Although we were transitioning from a party in our honor to the investigation of something grim, I was still relieved to be out of my parents’ house. Magic and mayhem felt more like home now, uncertainty a new kind of normal.
“What do we know about the cemetery?” Ethan asked after he’d alerted Malik to our schedule change and redirected the car.