“Jade,” I began, my voice low and hesitant. “How are you here? You’re supposed to be dead and long decayed. I don’t understand.”
For a moment, silence hung between us, thick and impenetrable. Then, finally, he lifted his gaze; the weariness in his eyes was almost tangible.
“I am gone, Kimberly,” he replied softly. “At least, I should be. But something brought me back here, something I don’t understand.”
“But is it possible for someone to summon you from the dead?” Noelle asked.
Jade paused, thinking for a couple of seconds before nodding. “Yes, but the person would have to make a sacrifice on my body. Thinking about it, maybe someone tampered with my grave.”
Elenora scoffed, the sound cutting through the stillness like a blade. Her gaze was sharp, her expression a blend of suspicion a
