"Sounds to me like business as usual," Angus laughed. "When do we ever get advance warning on anything?"
"You're right about that," Marcus laughed. "Well, we should all be grateful for Robert being so bloody relentless because it's kept us alive."
"Seriously, though," Angus said, not wanting to be dismissive of Ruby's observations, "I think, on some level, I've always known I'm going to have to face her, Ru. I just don't know how the hell I kill a ghost."
"If she's a ghost at all," Marcus said. "We don't know what she is."
"That does not make me feel any better," Angus said. "Maybe I need to be reading my book again on magical beings. I'm not so sure what I'd do if I had to kill a banshee or something."
"Gold," Marcus said.
"What?"
"You know, like werewolves supposedly don't like silver. Tradition says banshees don't like gold."
"How do you know that?"
"Go to a pub in Ireland around St. Patricks' Day, and you'll find at least one pub that is doing a trivia contest. The question came up in the contest, so, legitimately, I picked up a piece of useless trivia in a pub."
"It won't be useless if I have to use it. Question--is there a spell that fires gold?"
"I don't think so," Marcus laughed. "Let's think about talking to Robert when Beau is off the critical list and see if we can at least brush up our skills a bit."
"We? Jacobi said warrior, not a platoon."
"Lest you forget, though, I am ordered to be sewn to your behind."
"I'd prefer having no one sewn to my behind," Angus said, "but I understand."