SIENNA’S POV

The scream ripped out of me before I could even breathe. I didn’t care if it echoed through the whole damn mansion. Something had touched me—someone—and I was done pretending I was brave.

Then light flooded the room. Harsh. White. Blinding.

“Miss Sienna!”

My heart almost jumped out of my chest. Lydia’s voice. Not a ghost. Not a monster. Lydia.

She rushed in, her heels clicking against the stone, her perfume cutting through the damp metallic smell. For a second, I ...