Malachi

Fixing a warning glare at the spectral host, I moved to Kaida’s aid. She was waving blindly at the air, her movements uncoordinated as she tried to navigate toward an unseen destination.

I caught her hand, steadying her. "Where are you going?"

"The gates, Malachi. Something is wrong. They shouldn't be here," she whispered, her breathing coming in frantic, shallow gasps. She was visibly emaciated from the assault of the ghosts attempting to anchor themselves to the afterlife ...