Charli

I knew it was my imagination. Nox's home in Rye wasn't Montague Manor. There weren’t shadows lurking behind locked doors. And yet after finishing dinner and retiring to the room Silvia referred to as mine, the one where Nox had brought me earlier in the day, I had the strange sensation of being surrounded by knowing spirits. They were the ghosts of occupants past.

Not literal ghosts. There weren't white floating figures swirling about the room; nevertheless, I ...