Her past had come to hunt her. It was exactly how she remembered Ariel, that vibrant black hair as dark as night. Her eyes are like the brightest night jewel and her face is carved by the gods
The woman who wrecked her life, the first blood she spilt. Ariel the beautiful woman with no background, Kaiden's first wife.
"You are meant to be dead," Eleanor managed to say. Her eyes are still wide. Elysia's brow was still arched at her. She gracefully rose from the chair and then placed the brush on the drawer.
Eleanor watched every action she made, her eyes didn't look away for a second. Her attention was focused on Elysia's hands and feet.
Ghost legs could not touch the ground, that was a known fact but this ghost who came to hunt her feet was on the floor. Her legs didn't hover above the wooden boards.
Elysia smiled, enjoying the look of shock on Eleanor's face. This was a long-overdue visit. She initially thought of forgetting this part of her life
