He clapped his little hands heralding their approach, then jumped into Luísa’s arms and kissed her on the cheek. “Are you still here, beast?” She cuddled him like a newborn, tickling his whiskers until he surrendered a toothy grin. Daltry lifted the leather flap that served as a door and allowed Luísa to enter. Sibyl had not returned. He pulled out her rope belt from his pocket. It was still solid and whole. How was that possible? Anything she’d worn entered her ghostly world. He squeezed, crushing the knots against his flesh to prove to himself his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. Coarse fibers scratched his skin and the knots were hard and tight. “I have a bad feeling about this.” “It probably slipped off her, Xander. She’s a wee bit of a thing.” His throat tightened. “I fear for her. It’s like a stone in my gut.” Luísa took the rope belt from his hands and bade him to sit for a while. “Rest, Xander. You’re jumping to conclusions. Maybe it wasn’t even her belt.” But it was.
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