"Hey!" Riven shouted from the far end of the room. "Found a box of bones!"
Velka and I stepped back, just a little.
Not too far.
"Please tell me you're joking," I called, though I already knew better. Riven didn't joke about bones. He was the kind of person who found comfort in chaos, humor in horror, and apparently joy in unearthing skeletal remains inside haunted basements.
"I'm offended," he replied, crouching beside a cracked wooden crate. "These bones are very real, and possibly cursed. Maybe haunted. Definitely illegal."
Aria, still balancing the professor's journal on her knees, sighed. "Riven, if you touch those, I swear I'll hex your hands into goose feet."
He blinked. "Would I still be able to throw knives?"
"No."
He drew back instantly.
