Chapter 36

Kitty

As the water coursed down her body, Kitty began to think about Ptolemy. His tan skin…His green eyes…Everything about him was perfect.

He was better then Nathaniel.

And for the better, too. Ptolemy cared about everyone, including beings from another world. He had cared about those other beings so much that he actually bonded with one of them and gone to their world, just because he was curious. Nathaniel had originally cared about people—as Bartimaeus claimed—but then he had gone to being like any other magician. Power had corrupted his mind. Just as Bartimaeus said it would.

Ptolemy summoned djinn just to learn. Another thing she had in common with him. Both summoned djinn for information, and neither used discipline. They had so much in common.

Then, another thought struck her. What would Bartimaeus say to all this?

But then again, it didn't really matter to her. She was in love, and there was nothing Bartimaeus could say to stop that.

But the sad thing was, they could never be. Right? Of course not. Ptolemy was just a spirit, summoned to Earth from the Spirit World. Just like a djinni. They couldn't be together like that until she died. And she wasn't planning on it anytime soon.

But why was his essence golden when Nathaniel's was silver? It seems too much of a conspiracy to be just because Ptolemy's an older spirit. Kitty thought to herself. Had she made a crucial pronunciation error somewhere? She couldn't recall.

With these thoughts in her mind, Kitty turned the water off and got her nightgown on. It was similar to one of the older hospital gowns. It was pink and had pink frills around the top of her breasts.

Bad. She had to wash her clothes. She didn't have anything to wear underneath the nightgown. But it didn't really matter; Ptolemy wasn't a pervert.

When she was ready, Kitty left the bathroom.

Kitty walked over to her dresser and set her clothes down on it. She'd wash them later. She looked over to Ptolemy. He was sleeping on his bed. Sleeping? Kitty thought to herself. Spirits don't need to sleep. "Ptolemy?" She said quietly. She walked over to him.

All of her senses urged her to tough him; kiss him. She longed to meet those lips, slightly tanned by the Egyptian sun. Kitty reached out to Ptolemy, bit her lower lip. What are you doing? Her conscience asked her. Kitty answered it by dropping her arm to her side. She really didn't know what she was doing. She sighed and began to walk away. "Ptolemy," She said loudly as she began walking away.

Ptolemy stirred, moaned. "What?" He was still tired. Kitty could hear it in his voice. And the fact that he yawned.

"I need your clothes."

"What?"

Kitty laughed a little. She turned to him. His eyes were wide with bewilderment. He was sitting upright now. "I'm going to wash our clothes."

"What am I supposed to wear?"

"There's a pair of pajamas in your dresser. You can wear those."

Ptolemy hesitated. "Alright. Can I change in the bathroom?"

"Of course."

Ptolemy nodded, got his clothes, tiredly made his way to the bathroom.

Kitty wearily watched him go. She longed for that floating sinking feeling he gave her when he stared. Again, all she got was a heart flutter.

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When Ptolemy returned, Kitty took his cloths and bundled them with hers. "Stay here, alright? I'm going to put these in the wash. We can wear this stuff until our actual clothes are finished."

"Can't I come with you?" Ptolemy looked and sounded so much like a child just then that she couldn't say no.

"Alright. Follow me." Kitty walked away. Ptolemy followed after her.

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A/n

Yup. Next chapter is Ptolemy…That's about it…Okay……….