I wanted to scratch at my skin until it was raw. Even now that I was hiding in the shadows, thrust into the darkest corner of my room, I could still feel their eyes upon me. Garrick's, Edward's and all the others too. And worst of all, Gina's dead eyes, finally peaceful and free of pain yet glazed and fixed upon me as if she could still see whatever it was that Lucius had shown her. I refused to believe that I had done anything. It wasn't possible. And yet the ghosts whispered on and on, spreading their lies, saying yes, yes, over and over again and I couldn't escape from them or the stares that made my skin burn with a maddening itch even though I was alone. I wrapped my arms around my knees and closed my eyes for a moment, concentrating on trying to breathe without that panicked wheeze t
