Dracon (1st book of the Draconon Series)

Chapter 23

The man in the mirror put his arm across his chest and bowed his head. He opened his mouth and said something that I didn't understand.

I blinked and blinked again while I stared at him, and I made sure that my face was blank.

The male frowned and studied me, his golden eyes flashing like a fire that burnt underneath his skin. He opened his mouth and said something else, which I didn't understand.

I blinked and blinked again, staying silent.

The male seemed to sigh and moved a hand across his face while he shook his head. Slowly, he cocked his head to the side before he pulled at his ear, silently asking if I could hear him.

I shook my head, no. "I can't," I said and gestured to my ears. "But you can hear me?"

Ghost nodded in confirmation.

"Then who are you?" I asked and raised an eyebrow. "What is your name?"

Ghost turned on the water and created steam. He brushed up against my arm with his, but I didn't feel it and only saw that he did.

But I already knew that he was there, especially with the hair on the back of my neck standing up, something I hadn't noticed before.

Ghost didn't look too surprised that I didn't look towards the spot he had brushed up against, but I could tell that he was slightly disappointed.

Ghost started to write something on the mirror, and I looked at it. "Targon," he wrote.

"Targon," I said, reading it before I looked at him. "Is that your name?"

Targon smiled and nodded. He said something else, but I wasn't able to hear him.

I shook my head and bit back a sigh, slightly annoyed that I couldn't hear what he had to say. "I can't hear you," I said and gestured to my ears. "Remember?"

Targon slowly nodded and smiled apologetically. He wrote something else while I watched.

I looked at the mirror and saw that he wrote, "we can talk later."

The words disappeared when Targon saw that I read them before he started to write something else.

"You are needed."

I pursed my lips in annoyance before I looked at Targon again. "But why are you here?" I asked. "Why can't anyone see you? Why are you a ghost? Is there a way t-" I stopped talking when Targon raised his hand, silencing me.

The steamed covered the words again, leaving Targon a clean board to write another message for me.

"Later," he wrote, and I pressed my lips into a thin line. "Now, go."

He turned the water off and cleared the steam off of the mirror with a small flick of his wrist, leaving behind a clean mirror without streaks.

After that, he opened the bathroom door and gestured for me to leave, indicating that the conversation was done and I was to return to the group that was gathered in my living room.

I rolled my eyes and scowled but did what I was told to do and walked out of the bathroom with him following me.

"Hey, look, she is finally out of the bathroom," Antionio said when I walked into the living room. He grinned and winked, and I rolled my eyes while my scowl deepened. "Do you ha-"

"Don't," Miguel warned, interrupting him from speaking. "We have company."

Antonio gave Miguel a weird look. "What?" he asked. "What do you mean?"