Epilogue
BISHOP
Hands close over my throat in my sleep.
The pressure, crushing down over my esophagus, wakes me up. Ghostly fingers attached to a shadowy figure clamp down around my throat, squeezing harder than anything I’ve ever felt.
I can’t breathe.
The crushing weight of the hold eliminates oxygen like the closing of a bottleneck. I gasp for air, lashing out as the burning pain in my shoulder and chest flames to blazing levels.
The fire spreads, consuming my entire body, and I can feel myself burning alive.
I bolt up in bed, choking. But the room is empty.
There is no ghost. There are no fingers. And the only noise in the room besides me is the soft breathing of a half-naked Dani lying beside me. Her back is bare. White sheets cover her gorgeous ass, and her sunset-colored
