Chapter 2 Melissa I shrug. “Despite what you think, you’re not human, Angel. Can I call you Angel?“ She shakes her head. “No. If you must give me a nickname, call me Angie.“ I shrug. “Eh. But Angel, we’re what most people call half-ghosts. But that’s not right. Ghosts are spirit police. WE,” I gesture to myself and her, “are spectors. Humans gifted with the presence of Ancient Elders.” She shakes her head. “No. No! We can’t be… I need to go back.” I sigh. “Angel, that’s not really how that works. You can’t go back. Oh, and who are you?” She tilts her head to one side. “Who?” I smile. “Your Ancient Elder, of course.” A voice, soft as silk, answers. “My name is Olive. I am here because I needed a break from my job and Angel here looked promising.” Angela laughs. “What do you have as jobs? Washing baby spirits in holy water?” I shake my head, saying in a hushed tone, “No, Angel. Not a lot of Ancient Elders have jobs. And the ones that do never have spectors. Never. Angel, Olive’s on the council. They rule Spector City, and all of Elden.” She shakes her head. “No. No! She can’t… I can’t! I have to go back!” I sigh. “Angel, I know this is hard, but-” She shakes her head, turning around. “No.” She started running in the direction my mom went. “Wait, Angel! Come back! You can’t… go back.” I sighed. “Well, that went well.”
