"So, Siena, let's go over the rules again."
John did feel a bit like gloating, which maybe didn't do good for the shadow spirit's image of him, but he certainly felt like it was justified. It wasn't everyday he got a success this clean.
"If you need to listen to your own voice that badly…," Siena's irritated voice echoed from his shadow. There was a mild reverberation to it, as if she was inside a long hallway, instead of Lydia's car. Keeping her in his shadow had been, after he found out that she could do that, the logical choice.
