[Nikolai]
“What do you mean you saw a ghost?”
I leaned back against my desk, arms crossed, studying the woman who stood in the middle of my bedroom with a feather duster clutched in her hands.
Isolde had been assigned to clean my room this morning—a rotation that Luna insisted on to keep the staff ‘versatile.’ Well, everyone except the maid who cleaned hers.
Normally, I would have found some excuse to be elsewhere. The last thing I needed was awkward silence while she dusted around me as we both pretended not to know one another.
But when she’d slipped inside and found me still there, I realised that we needed to talk about last night.
I just hadn’t expected this.
“I’m serious,” Isolde said, her voice low.
From her words, she’d seen a ghost. A transparent little girl, following be
