As I wiped the table absentmindedly, my mind drifted away from the mundane task at hand, fixated instead on Luke's unexpected request from earlier at the college.
Why would he want to be friends with me? He was the King of the Underworld, a figure of power and intrigue, while I was just a girl gifted—or cursed, depending on how you look at it—with the ability to communicate with the dead. Surely, that couldn't be the only reason he had in mind for wanting a friendship, could it?
There had to be something more to his intentions. What could he possibly gain from having me in his life?
“Earth to Arabella!” My colleague's voice jolted me back to reality. “You’ve been slacking off. Go wipe that table before the new customers arrive.”
I shot her a scowl, but I knew better than to argue. With
