Arin and Ragna had departed late at night the next day, just as Arin had promised her.
Ragna had no desire to leave—she had felt more at home here than she ever had in her own homeland.
But she did not object, nor did she ask Arin why they were leaving so suddenly.
Yet, she cherished one gift he had given her that day.
Just past the witching hour, Arin had halted in his tracks.
He asked her to place her hand on his and close her eyes.
His voice dropped to a whisper as he spoke a strange incantation.
And then, at his command, she opened her eyes—only to find a fearsome, eerie ghost hovering right beside her.
Yet, after spending so much time beside Arin and his undead, she no longer feared ghosts.
Arin calmly informed her that it was a Wraith—a high-ranking undead, one of extraordinary power.
And he had appointed it as her bodyguard.
