The spirit space was screwed up tight in a grimace. His fingers nodded into the material of his shirt. He wore a hooded black leather jacket over a white tee, faded jeans, and a pair of Converse. “That’s not Miguel” Maritza tried to whisper, but she’s never had a very good inside voice. Yeah, Yadriel groaned and dragged a hand over his face. On the bright side, he had actually summoned a real life. On the not so bright side, he had some in the wrong one. ***”from the library of” stamp on one page