Diana's POV
"Wh-who are you?" I asked shakily.
"Oh dear, your great uncle gave you eighteen years. I'm only here to take back the item he stole from me." She snapped.
My mind went haywire.
Great uncle? That has to be uncle Henry, the man set on ruining my life, Even from the grave. And an item? Not a clue what it is he stole from this woman. At least I hope it's a woman, s**t I don't even know what she is! And what did she mean by eighteen years?
I'm not sure if she saw the confusion or was just that good at reading my mind, because she cackled. Loudly. She giggled so loudly that I thought Skye or one of the guards from the hall would rush in. But no one came through the door. Okay, that must mean only I can see and hear her. Fantastic.
"Who are you?" I braved a glance in the darknes
