I must have misunderstood Charles, because there was no way he said what he had just said, okay? I opened my mouth to start laughing (because clearly, the stress of being the director of Silver Moon had gotten to him and he was certifiably crazy) when Philip blurted out, “She can bring the dead back to life?” He had gone very still, and his eyes were wide and unblinking as his gaze darted from his father to me. He better stop looking at me like I’m a freak or else I’m going to be forced to hit him, I thought darkly. Although hitting Philip the brick probably equaled a broken hand. “Yes.” Charles was very pleased with Philip’s reaction. “You know what that means—who that means, I should say.” Philip swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “Yeah, I do…” Well, I didn’t. I stood up suddenly, my hands on my hips. “Look, you’re wrong.
