Faith's POV
Today was supposed to be peaceful.
For once, the sun actually warmed the curtains instead of just blinding me, and there was something oddly hopeful about the silence in the room.
But peace has a funny way of slipping through your fingers when you least expect it.
Especially when you're trying to help a ghost find rest.
Khana sat beside me on the edge of the bed or , what was left of her, anyway.
She was quieter than usual, her form dimmer. Fuzzier. Like she was slowly being erased by time.
And time?
It was the one thing she didn't have.
I hated what I was about to do.
But I had to do it.
For her.
I reached for her hand out of habit, already knowing it would pass through. It did.
She smiled at me sadly. "You have to hurry," she said softly. "I'm losing more of myself every day."
I opened my mouth to ask something, anything, but the door creaked open.
Felix stepped in.
I didn't look at him right away.
I didn't want to.
