I struggled to remain conscious this time after the spirit sat next to me on the bed. He was making horrible rasping noises through the hole in his face, so I forced my voice to work around my dry mouth.
“Re, you have to listen to me.” I could hear the plea in my voice, but I didn’t care. “I didn’t mean to do this.”
“Drunks never do.” Reena stood over my bed with her arms crossed over her chest. “You broke your promise, Eva.”
“No.” I shuddered as the spirit began to grab at my arms. He was checking my jewelry. My fascas. “Please. Tell me you can see him too.”
“Who?” Reena studied me. “Who are you talking about, Eva?”
“The shooter. He’s here.” I swallowed the nausea that threatened to overwhelm me. “Been here. Left blood.”
“Ok.” Reena started to turn away from me. I could hear the dis
