Dead Emma

It's hard to feed a ghost. That's me, Emma the ghost, but I won't be one for much longer. Max-my jerk of a stepbrother and the one who's supposed to feed me-has been missing for months. To be clear, that's months of living off frozen body parts, and my supply is running low. When he finally shows up with no explanation of where he's been or why he left, I want to be angry-but that isn't what has me so tense when we're alone. Max is always trying to get up in my personal space-and what's worse¿I want him to be. I haven't even gotten over my dead ex-boyfriend, Jake. How can I feel things for one guy, let alone two, especially when one is surely dead? I have bigger things to think about anyway, like going up against the biggest baddies in science and magic who have some wild experiments in the works. If they catch us, I might become Dead Emma for real.