"Louisa Clooney," Liam piped up with a faint quirk of a smile on his lips. "Back when the hall was a convent, she was a novitiate there. She died in the Spanish Flu epidemic in 1919, she was barely twenty. She's sweet, as ghosts go. Mostly just wants to take care of the students in the hall, though she can be a little feisty."

Liam had apparently decided on talking now, whether or not it led to Riley believing he was a crazy person.

"I sold my soul to a demon. My contract came due years ago, and I'll be paying off that debt for the rest of my life. ...and then paying for it in the hereafter too, I imagine. But at least then, I'll be the only one suffering for it."