She loved her brother very much, and there were glimpses of the old William from time to time beneath his priggish exterior. It was only that she wished for more than glimpses.
Tamara chided herself, angry that she judged her brother so harshly. He really was trying very hard to do the right thing. Instead she turned her attention to the problem at hand. Before they left for Blackbriar, she wanted to consult the ghosts. She very much hoped that their spectral allies would be able to give her a bit of insight into the whole affair.
William closed the door behind them then turned to his sister. She nodded.
Together they said, "Ghosts, show yourselves!"
Immediately Byron appeared at Tamara's elbow. He held a quill and some parchment paper in his hand. "Alas, the muse has gone mute, silenced by your interruption." He looked annoyed, but resigned.
Another ghostly figure, this one more imposing, coalesced in the shadows
