Chapter 6“Miss? Miss?” asked a resonant voice, while a gentle hand tapped Clarice’s cheek. “Please answer me. Are you all right?”
Blinking the fog from her vision, Clarice found herself stretched out on the horsehair sofa. As the face hovering above hers came into view, she gasped. Her heart performed a wild conga beat, while sudden fire permeated her body.
But it was more than just seeing the living, breathing replica of her ghostly obsession, or feeling his human flesh delicately stroking her cheek, that heated her to the marrow. Something in the air had changed, almost as if Riverview’s atmosphere seemed charged with electricity, about to explode with combustion. Normally, she might have thought it her imagination, but after the month she’d spent in this house, she had grown accustome
