KAIA'S POV
I kept staring at her, my hand gripping the phone tightly.
“You say you’re not haunting me,” I said, my voice hardening a little, “but you’ve been popping up at every corner, terrorizing me and giving me experiences worthy of a horror movie. If that’s not haunting, Caelistra, then what is it?”
Her head bent low. When she finally lifted her face again, sorrow weighed down her expression. Her voice trembled, each word sounding like it cost her effort.
“Nay… I am not ever… myself,” she said slowly, as though dragging the words from deep inside her. “At whiles, I do recall the woman I was. At other whiles, I am… lost. Bound, fettered. The sorcery that holdeth me… it twisteth my mind. There be hours I walk yet know not why, nor wherefore.”
Her strange, broken English made me pau
