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The light moved through her own body, making her look down in worry.
Once assured she was intact, Stephanie’s gaze flew to the walls just as the light drifted through them. An outraged howl screamed in anger, then everything fell deathly silent.
The sudden drop in noise was disorientating, and Stephanie shook her head as her ears popped.
“What are you?” she whispered to Kit. “What is this place?”
“Later,” Kit said curtly before disappearing.
The presence withdrew with him, leaving Stephanie alone in the dark.
Kit
“Are the defences strong?” Kit asked The White Witch.
She trilled a reply to him.
“Good. That was a human spirit, and it means harm to the woman,” Kit said.
The White Witch sent her thoughts at him, and he laughed darkly.
“Yes, we want her gone. But you and I both know we don’t send innocent and defenceless women out to be slaughtered. That creature wants to rip her from limb to limb, and don’t deny you didn’t feel it, my love,” Kit chided.
The White Witch pouted, making Kit chuckle.
“We’re responsible for her, and we’re going to have to destroy that which haunts her before we can move her on.” Kit gazed around his private room. His eyes landed on somethingand carefully studied it. The item was placed on a turntable, allowing him to examine it completely without touching it. Slowly spinning the platform, Kit assured himself that the prison remained intact and nothing had penetrated it or caused even a slight crack.
“We need to shore up protection around this,” Kit stated.
The White Witch agreed.
While Kit and she may have had occasional fallouts, they were always in agreement about this. The prisoner inside was the ultimate evil, and should it escape… well, there was no Kit Norton to give his life a second time.
The White Witch began to meticulously build extra layers of protection around the item.
Kit nodded his approval and moved towards the exit.
Whether or not he liked it, he needed to interrogate Stephanie and was surprised when he opened the door and came face to face with the woman in question.
Stephanie.
Okay, what the heck had just happened? Stephanie wondered as she gazed blankly into the darkness. Ghosts were a stretch, but monsters? No way.
Stephanie wasn’t keen on horror movies, despite watching them with Cole because he enjoyed the thrill. She certainly didn’t want to live in one. The silence started to get to her. The darkness started to feel terrifyingly alive. And Stephanie decided she deserved answers, and the only person who could give them to her was Kit.
With a spark of determination, Stephanie rose to her feet and stormed upstairs to the door opposite her apartment. While shewas in the act of raising her hand to knock, the door opened, and Kit materialised in front of her.
“Why do that?” she demanded.
“Do what?” Kit asked, startled.
“Open doors and things instead of gliding through them?”
To her rising temper, Kit looked amused. “Maybe because I enjoy being solid. May I be of service?”
“Yes, what the heck happened downstairs? And don’t fob me off! I deserve an explanation!”
“And what makes you think that?” Kit snapped, stepping into her space.
