Chapter 877 She Lives Here Now

• Aris
• Slowly, I turn back to the table. Posey sits several seats away from where the second and only other plate has been laid out. Her hair is tightly braided down her back, every strand in place, and her eyes are downcast as she stabs a piece of chicken with her fork but doesn’t bring it to her mouth. She sets it down and begins to rise but winces when the spirit tucks her chair tightly against the table.
• “You are not allowed to hold her against her will,” I say to the room, glancing up at the chandelier, which rustles. In answer, the thick, ancient deadbolts on the door slide into place. I close my eyes and curl my fingers into my palms, trying to quiet the shadows threatening to burst to the surface and destroy the dining room altogether if it means getting out.