Page 37 of My Inherited House Might be Haunted

I tilted my head back to answer him. “That’s the new custom sigil light, probably. It was due to arrive today.”

“What sigil light? Are you expanding the ghost path again?”

“No, this is for something else.”

“Uh…okay? Where do I put it?”

“Gimme a second.”

That was my cue to get up, apparently. I shifted Lucy to the back of the armchair—her normally preferred perch anyway—then carefully stepped over Myst to avoid stomping on my dog—who was too lazy to move until he realized I was moving, and then all of a sudden he found his motivation. Typical.

Before leaving the study, though, I lifted my glass toward the portrait.

“Thanks, Aunt Ruth. For the magic.”