CHAPTER NINETEEN
BELLA CRINGED BACK from the dark shadows swirling around her. She fought to find something to grab hold of to pull her out of the whirlwind. Only hostile faces met her searching gaze, only cold, clawing hands reached for her.
Grannie Rawnie was gone. Disappeared under an avalanche of hostile spirits. Bella could no longer feel her life essence. In its place, was a boiling darkness that sat just behind her, just out of sight, out of reach, waiting to take her down.
Bella struggled to rebuild her safe zone. It was an impossible task, the hardest thing she’d ever done. Every time she managed to grab hold of a piece something swirled over her and pulled it away. But Bella continued the struggle, knowing that if she stopped she was doomed.
Somewhere in a back corner of her
