I let out a slow, measured breath, my gaze fixed on the figure before me less a person, more a ghost of what once was. Months ago, I would’ve screamed at the sight of a spirit whatever Sibilla was but now? Now I simply watched, wary but grounded, studying the seemingly solid lines of her form and wondering whether she meant me harm.

Ireneo had warned me. Sibilla was no harmless shade she was an angry spirit. And considering I was now entangled with the very man who drove her to end her ...