Max and Alex recoiled so comically it would have been funny—if Sezel wasn't half-dead and unable to sit up.
Alex let out an embarrassingly high-pitched yelp, and Max's pristine composure shattered as he tried to scramble backwards.
Emili, the woman, didn't move. Instead, she grabbed both their collars, yanking them to a jolting stop with one hand each.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, you idiots, ghosts aren't real!" she yelled at both of them.
Alex, still clutching at his shirt where her fist had all but throttled him, squinted at her. His lashes should have been illegal.
"Weren't you the one screaming 'ghost' half a second ago?" His soft, slightly lyrical tone seemed to attack her.
She dropped Max from from her other hand and slugged Alex in the side of the head with a fist.
Alex flinched, muttering some half-hearted protest about brain cells, but he stopped arguing.
Now with all their banter over, the three turned their attention towards Sezel.
