“You’ll have to do.”
“Do what?” She’s so cold, I can’t stand having her this close to me.
She reaches out and takes my shoulders—her hands like ice, her breath a painful chill on my face.
“Tell my son,”she says fiercely.“Tell him that my killer walks—Nicodemus knows. Tell Basilton to find Nico and bring me peace. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I say. “Find Nico…”
“Nicodemus. Tell him.”
“I will,” I say. “I’ll tell him.”
Her face falls.“My son,”she says, cold tears gathering in her eyes.“Give him this.”She leans forward and presses a kiss into my temple. No one has ever kissed me there. No one has ever kissed me anywhere but on my mouth.
“My son,”she says, and it sounds like a whisper, but I think it’s a shout—I think she’s just fading now.
I lie in bed, trembling, after she’s gone. The room is so cold. I should build a fire, but I don’t want to open my eyes.
***
I must fall asleep, because the cold wakes me again, a fresh wave of it, deep in the night. It hangs like a cloud of chill over my bed, then seeps into me, touching me, cradling me.
“My son, my son,”I hear.
There’s no figure this time, just this everywhere cold. And the voice is higher and thinner, a wail on the wind.
“My son, my son. My rosebud boy. I never would have left you. He told me we were stars.”
“I’ll tell him,” I say. I shout it—“I’ll tell him!”
I just want her to go away.
“Simon, Simon… my rosebud boy.”
I close my eyes and pull up my blankets. But the cold is on me, it’s in me. “I’ll tell him!”
If Baz ever comes back, I will.
28
SIMON
I can’t wait to get out of my room in the morning. I run out the door with my tie hanging around my neck and my jumper thrown over my shoulder.
I have no plans to come back. Ever. There’s no room for me in there with all the ghosts. Let Baz’s mum hang out with his empty bed; I’m tired of staring at it.
I have to tell Penny what happened. She’ll be disappointed that I didn’t drill the ghost with questions.“Sorry about your missing son, Mrs. Pitch, but since Baz isn’t here, we may as well use this time to advance magickal science…”
Penny’s already got tea and toast at our table when I get there. I grab a plate of kippers with scrambled eggs.
“We need to talk,” I say, dropping into a chair across from her.
“Good,” she says. “I thought you were going to make me beat it out of you.”
“You know already? How do you know?”
“Well, I knowsomethinghappened. Agatha’s sitting alone, and she won’t even look at me.”
