Chapter 58

• 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 life, I had no illusions about where that anger might turn.
• “What do you want from me, Sibilla?” I asked, the words strained through clenched teeth.