[Isolde]
I didn’t wait to find out what they wanted from me.
Instead, I spun on my heel, frantically searching for whatever opening remained in the circle they were slowly forming around me. My breath came in short, panicked gasps, fogging in the unnatural cold.
From my experience with supernatural things—admittedly limited to movies and books—circles never meant anything good. Even less so than triangles, pentagrams, or any other occult geometry people warned about.
So the second I spotted a gap between two translucent figures, my body sprang into action. I charged for it with everything I had left.
The thing about ghosts… they tended to move slowly. Like they had all the time in the world and knew you didn’t.
My heart was still racing when I broke through their enclosure, stumbling
