Chapter 68
The lights flickered back to life.
For a brief moment, nobody moved.
Nobody breathed.
Every eye turned toward the voice.
Toward the man standing at the far end of the cavern.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Because ghosts weren't supposed to age.
Yet the man standing beneath the harsh fluorescent lights was no longer the frightened boy trapped in Damian's memories.
He was a grown man now.
Tall.
Sharp-featured.
Calm.
Dressed entirely in black.
And judging by the expression on Hunter Graves's face—
Impossible.
Absolute impossibility.
"Hello, Father."
The words echoed through the cavern.
Hunter looked as though he'd been struck.
"No."
The whisper escaped him before he could stop it.
"No..."
The man smiled.
Not warmly.
Not cruelly.
Just sadly.
"As you can
