There's something suspicious about the way Lucas is acting, but I can't figure out what it might be.
Lucas clears his throat, glancing at Clayton before he says, "You can't come with us."
I cross my arms, pressing my lips tightly together to avoid a snippy comment. We literally just had this conversation, didn't we?
"The ghost is the problem," he adds quickly. "If it weren't for the ghost..."
The irritation simmering in my chest cools. This is a fair point. The freaking ghost has been following me around like a stalker, singing creepy nursery rhymes and vanishing only to reappear in even more inconvenient places. Not exactly stealthy.
Selene sighs. He would give away your position faster than a howl.
Faster than a howl? Grimoire pops into the conversation, sounding annoyed. What does faster than a howl mean? Are you trying to create strange metaphors?
It's the speed of sound, you bookish idiot.
I understand, but it doesn't make it any less strange.
