Chapter 321

I close my eyes and roll the cufflinks between my fingers, focusing on the energy Johnathan Hastings left behind. I hope he didn’t die in our bedroom. I can live with seeing Josiah Madden with his axe every so often, but I will never find peace if I have to see Hastings roaming our halls.

Kane’s sharp intake of breath lets me know that Hastings materialised. I felt him arrive, but I didn’t want to see him just yet. “Willow!” my mate whispers urgently. “He’s here.”

“I know,” I say.

“Where am I?” Hastings asks in his fake, posh accent.

Slowly, I open my eyes to look at him. “You are in Felan.” Goddess, it’s been a while since I said the name of our kingdom aloud. “King Kane Madden’s castle.”

The ghost looks around the garden. “Right. Right. I don’t recognise it.”

“No, you wouldn’t. So?” I ask. “Where did you end up?”

“Somewhere bad,” he says. “Very, very bad.”

“Oh good,” Kane says with great satisfaction. “So the gods do mete out just punishment from time to time, hey?”

I kick h