to think Yoshiroâs right.â
âWho are you?â I asked, eying the woman. She looked about my parentsâ age, tall and dark haired with hazel eyes. And vaguely familiar. âDo I know you?â
She smiled in surprise. âActually, yesâthough we havenât met since you were a little girl. Or maybe itâs simply innate recognition.â
âBecause weâre both ghostkeepers?â
âNo,â she said, âbecause weâre family.â
âI donât have family,â I told her. âOnly my parents and brother. My grandparents died before I was born, my momâs an only child, and my dadâs not in touch withââ
âHis sister,â she finished.
âWait,â I said. âYouâre my dadâs sister?â
Bennett glared at her. âYou never told me this.â
She nodded. âIâm your aunt.â
âRachel?â I asked, astonished. She looked a little like my father around the eyes and in the way she smiled.
Her face glowed with pleasure, and she stepped forward like she wanted to hug me. I wouldâve let her, except Bennett was gloweringâand I was trying to remember why she and my father werenât in touch anymore.
Instead of the hug, she sat beside me and squeezed my arm. âIâm so pleased to finally meet youâagain.â She laughed. âThe last time I saw you, you were still in diapers.â
Great. Just how I wanted Bennett picturing me: in princess-themed Pampers. At least he hadnât kept this from me. The tapestry paled in comparison. Rachel seemed okay and all, but did I really need an unexpected aunt cluttering up my life? I had enough going on with dead friends, ghostly vendettas, and an untouchable boyfriend.
âDo my parents know youâre in the Knell?â I asked. âWhere are they? Does my brother, Max, know about you?â
âWait, waitâone question at a time,â she said.
âIâve got one,â Bennett said, his face hard. âDo the others know youâre her aunt? I donât like this, Rachelâspringing this on Emma without any warning. Sheâs been through enough surprises already.â
âThis is a family matter.â
âItâs a Knell matter,â he said. âLetâs bring this to Yoshiro and William and Gabriel, then weâll all hear you answer Emmaâs questions.â
âThey know. I wanted a moment to speak with her privately,â she said.
âEmma doesnât needââ
I cut him off. âIâm good, Bennett. I want to talk to her. Sheâs family and the only one who hasnât run out on me. Well, if you donât count when I was a baby.â Plus, for all I knew she was the key to Maxâs and my parentsâ disappearance. âYou go ahead; tell them weâll be there soon.â
âYou sure?â
I gave him a look. I liked how protective he was, but I needed to do this on my own, and I sensed Rachel wouldnât talk with him around.
He smiled wryly, reading my expression. âOkay,â he said. âBack in five minutes.â
After he left, I turned to Rachel and waited for her to begin, conscious of a vague feeling of disquiet. Maybe due to the tapestry or the proximity of so many ghostkeepers. Or maybe I was just picking up on Rachelâs anxiety.
She licked her lips and looked from the tapestry back to me. âYour father didnât take your motherâs powers, Emma. Neos did. Theyâ we were all working for the Knell, the four of us as a team. Nobody dispelled ghasts better than we did.â Her eyes flashed at the memory. âThen your mother and Neos fell in love, and she started losing her powers. When she became a liability, the Knell wanted her out. Neos immersed himself in the old lore, searching for a way to help her regain her abilities, but nothing worked. He even dabbled in Asarum.â
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