Page 19 of Her Ghostly Embrace
Something about the Lockwood Coven’s offer to join their ranks must have drawn her soul. Hopefully, it was a sign she was on the right track. On a path to the better life she’d always dreamed of.
A surge of hope filled Aurora, and she drifted higher into the air. It was too bad one of her friends hadn’t walked in and found her.
Wait. If this mystery woman was part of the Lockwood Coven, why had she been so scared?
Souls didn’t leave their bodies and linger in this realm, but most witches and vampires would be curious about a ghost’s existence rather than terrified.
Was this lady human? Anunawarehuman?
Whoever she was, she seemed intent on going through every single file on the computer. If Aurora weren’t worried about scaring her off, she’d have told her to hurry up.
When the computer files were exhausted, the woman started flipping through eachlogbook in the desk.
What was she looking for?
The woman froze, page mid-turn, and slowly looked over her shoulder. Fear lit her dark brown eyes, but she didn’t look at Aurora. Her gaze landed to the left. Could she feel Aurora watching? Slowly, she returned to the logbook. Instead of continuing to flip through it, she closed it and stacked the others on top.
Aurora zipped over to the door.
As soon as the woman opened it, logbooks bundled under her arm, Aurora shot out of the room.
She was indeed in the Spotlight Theater. Aurora didn’t stop to take it in as she zoomed down the stairs, stopping short at the closed front doors.
Damn.
Aurora waited impatiently for the mystery woman to join her.
She appeared, unlocked and opened the door, and Aurora shot forward.
A strong tug took hold of her midsection, and she halted in mid-air, right on the threshold.
“What the fuck!” Aurora struggled forward to no avail. What was keeping her here?
A shrill scream pierced Aurora’s ears.
Seemed she wasn’t invisible any longer. But that wasn’t her biggest concern. Was there a boundary spell sealing off the building? Why couldn’t she leave?
Aurora gave in and screamed.
“Oh my god, please don’t hurt me.”
Aurora spun around. The woman backed away, looking almost ill with fear, logbooks falling to the floor as her hands trembled.
“Hey.” Aurora raised her hands in surrender. “I won’t hurt you. I need your help.”
The woman swallowed, and her next words were soft. “My—my help?”
Aurora smiled. “So youcanhear me.”
The woman’s face closed off, hardening into a steel barrier. “You’re my hallucination. Of course I can hear you.”
Aurora floated slightly closer. “I’m not a hallucination. I’m real. Please, I need you to tell the Lockwood Coven that Aurora Thornfield is trapped here.”
“The Lockwood Coven?” The woman let out a bitter laugh. “Is that where the idea for this stupid vision came from? One lawyer blabs about witches, and I lose my mind?” She frowned. “Oh god, what if I’ve passed out and this is a new symptom?”
Aurora had no clue what she was talking about. “You aren’t passed out. You’re talking to me right now. Please. You have to help me.”
“No.Ineed help.”
