I asked.“What do you think?” Summer didn’t even glance at me, just continued to hold Jimmy’s gaze. “Sell your soul for Sawyer.”I laughed. “Right.”“You’re on your way to the Black Hills,” she said. “To see a skinwalker about raising his ghost.”“How do you know that?” I glanced at Luther, but he shook his head.Summer tapped an index finger against her temple. She was psychic, too. I took ridiculous satisfaction in observing that her manicure was chipped.“Someone’s gotta do it,” I said, avoiding Jimmy’s gaze, “and as usual that someone’s me.”“Let him rest, Lizzy.”I couldn’t help it. I met Jimmy’s eyes, and then I couldn’t look away. “He isn’t resting. He’s wandering.” I swallowed. “Through my dreams.”“You’ve got to let him go,” Jimmy continued. “He’s dead. You of all people should know that.”“Low blow,” I murmured.“It had to be done.”“Just like raising him has to be.”“You sure about that?”“He disappeared with the key.”What I referred to was the original text of the Key of Solomon.
