“Did you feel that?” I asked, coming to a stop.

Evan gave me a curious look. “No. What was it?”

“A cold spot.” Yet, even as I said it, the spot moved, and I was back in the room’s previous temperature. I studied the room, looking for some sign of the source. Evan followed my gaze. Even with basic training, he understood the significance of a cold spot.

“There,” he murmured, pointing to a corner.

I’d almost overlooked it. In a roped-off alcove filled with furniture, a ghost stood between a clock and a sofa. He was so still and so translucent from the sunlight that he was difficult to spot. He had a forked beard and wore an old-fashioned suit with a bow tie. He watched us warily but made no movements.

“That’s an old ghost,” I said. “Judging from the clothes. Probably been around since this place was built. Of course, if that’s the case, he probably doesn’t bother many people—or else someone would’ve called Candace long before this.”

Evan shifted uncomfortably, a small frown wrinkling his forehead. “True. But it doesn’t matter. She’d still say he should have been banished a long time ago. It isn’t right for him to be tied to this world.”

“Also true,” I admitted. “We can let her know, and she can come back.”

To my surprise, Evan produced a wand from his pocket. It was similar to mine—which I’d left with Roland—save that the gemstones tied to its wooden base were different. “I can do it now,” he said.

“You carry a wand with you?” I asked, kind of impressed.

He shrugged. “Aunt Candy says be prepared. You better step away.”

I started to say I had nothing to fear from a mild-mannered ghost like this but then remembered that this wasn’t my show. Besides, even though this ghost seemed pretty localized, it was better if I didn’t draw attention to myself—not that there seemed to be any danger of that. From the way the ghost had now fixed his steely gaze on Evan, it was obvious who had been identified as the threat. I moved to the room’s far side.

“Send him to the Underworld if you can,” I said.

Evan nodded and extended the wand. I felt its magic fill the room as he attempted to open a gate that would send the ghost away. Before he’d really even opened up past this world, the ghost attacked with a fury that neither of us had expected. Since the ghost had seemed so docile, I’d figured he would take his banishing meekly.