The Underworld Trials of Luna
Jesse gasps, shaking, confused.
“He’s a ghost,” the small girl next to me says like it’s completely obvious. I snap my head to the side to see her rolling her eyes like it’s ridiculous that Jesse hasn’t figured that out. “I mean, a very conscious ghost, and I’ve never seen a blue one before but yeah. He’s a ghost. You can’t touch him.”
“Sorry,” Anton says, giving Jesse an apologetic shrug. “It’s all very ‘look with your eyes, not with your hands,’ with me these days, man.”