Page 75 of Black Reign

Whether he has it himself remains another question.

Maybe the person getting married does.

Friend?

Client?

Employer?

Somebody he knows through the strange world he refuses to describe.

I close the invitation.

Then open it again.

This is becoming embarrassing.

A message arrives.

GHOST: You've opened it four times.

My body goes still.

Then irritation takes over.

VESPER: You cannot know that.

GHOST: I built half the room.

VESPER: I rebuilt the useful half.

GHOST: Yet I'm apparently the one counting.

I narrow my eyes at the screen.

VESPER: You are spying on me now?

GHOST: Watching authentication events isn't spying.

VESPER: That sounds exactly like something a stalker would say.

GHOST: And yet you opened it four times.

I hate him.

I bite my lower lip.

VESPER: Perhaps I was checking for additional information.

GHOST: There isn't any.

Naturally.

VESPER: No names?

GHOST: No.

VESPER: Bride? Groom?