Charlotte was gone when we returned to Harvard, though Sass and Gram remained. Varity sat in casual languor, long legs crossed, foot bouncing on the end of her bobbing knee, a grin on her face.
"Hear you need some help raising the dead," she said.
"Something like that." Dread washed over me at the thought of returning to the cavern below, though I didn't know why. Maybe I'd had enough of death, thanks. Regardless, if we were going to talk to the vampires this seemed like the only way to accomplish it.
Mom and Dad joined us as we descended the elevator deep below Massachusetts Hall and emerged into the dank, dark corridor. So quiet here where once many voices whispered in the black, wanting me to pay attention to the lives they'd lived.
"It feels as though all the spirit magic has been drained from this place," Max said, rumbling voice making me jump.