"I know, love, trust me - I know," Pierce chuckled. "Nothing worth it comes easy, and a lot of people just don't understand that."
He swirled the liquid around in his glass, brow furrowed in confusion. Why was it so cold? It couldn't be...no. He hadn't summoned any ghosts and while he saw them daily that was because they were in the same places they had been when they were living. Naea's father would have had to travel here.
Fuck. Was he losing control of the gift?
"Do you have any sage, love?" he asked, getting up and going into the kitchen. Smudging the ghost out might work.