Leo tries to conjure up the spirits of the castle to help him, but they fail him. He pulled on a garment of war as he went directly to the strange spirit, "I’m not afraid of you; I am the strongest in the kingdom." His eyes were flashing with cruelty. He thinks he will not spare him until he sends him back to the world of the spirits. Queen Latina stared. She sobbed softly. If he can understand the sign she is trying to show him, he will understand that he doesn’t have to fight. She was shaken up after meeting with the strange spirit; she felt a bead of sweat form all over. He let go of his grip after seeing Queen Latina's reflection. "Will you let her go, or I will smash you under the subway?" He was furious, pointing at an unconscious Kate. He felt like taking action; he was cast with fury; he invoked smoke to fill the surroundings; he was warning Leo of the anger he was gripping; he was willing to tarnish him from the face of the earth. Queen Latina was worried that no matter

Jackson was racked with sobriety; he couldn’t imagine his life without Kate. His whole world is collapsing right now from the loss of her. The ache of her loss wouldn’t fade away; it was like a million piercings of emotional agony that pounded his mind in merciless bombardment. He went to his bar showcase. He got whiskey to brighten his mood the night she came as a ghost and flooded back into his memory. He couldn’t believe that he had made love to a ghost. His jaw dropped as he opened his whiskey and sipped it. He swallowed all the liquid at once. Helen knocked on his door, but there was no response. She was so excited to find the door open that she beams with joy seeing Jackson after a long time; he was already drunk. She excitedly hugged him. "I miss you so much," she said to him. He was unable to grasp a breath. He recoiled from her embrace; he stared at her deeply in her eyes; he could see Kate's face brimming with beauty. "I thought you have left me "he said to her with so m

Jackson rolled around in his bed, still with his eyes closed and his hand beneath a skin. He was shaking and couldn’t figure out what he was touching. He opened his eyes and saw Helen lying beside him. His eyes sniffed under the blankets and saw he was naked like wise Helen. He screamed and jumped out of the bed. He can’t actually remember what happened between him and her last night. He had promised himself never to get drunk because, after getting drunk, he would end up messing things up. "OMG, what have I done this time around?" He asked himself with a loud scream. He was glistening with anger. What has she done to him? He felt a hard knock on his head. His head was spinning. He hopes she didn’t take advantage of him last night. It’s awful of him to accept that he slept with her. "What have you done to me?" He retorted angrily. She didn’t know what to say. Seeing the anger form in his face, she stood up and dressed to leave. She turned around without saying a word to him and too

It’s been long since Kate stood at the window watching the sky, and Jackson flooded back into her memory. She felt so uneasy that she wondered how he was doing right now without her. It’s dawned on her that she has been away from him for a long time, and he will soon get over her. The memories of him telling her how much he loves her seemed to implode to her. That gives her the confidence that he is not going to forget her. Right now, all she needs is for him to embrace her, but it’s unfortunate for her that she will never get to embrace him. his arm around her and the pleasure of his lips on hers, the steady thud of his heart as they lay down in the bed, the cadence of his voice right now she misses it, and right now she can’t feel the reassuring touch of his hand on her and the steadying presence of his being and his body. She missed him so much that his absence is like a pain that overwhelms her and doubles over her. She wishes she could get to see him right now. She was going to b

"No, Jackson, she is not me," she said amid a scream as she dashed up from the bed."That’s a terrible nightmare," Jane said to her, and she cowered with her hands."Jane, are you?" She is not sure she is awake; she thinks she is still sleeping."Of course I have been here since and watched you say this; I’m not dead. I guess it’s a terrible nightmare. You refused to let go of my hand. I heard said a lot of things."She raised her eyebrows; what has she said now? She recoiled her hand from her grip."And what else have you heard?" She shied away from her face; she was somewhat confused, trying to understand that this kind of dreaming is indeed a terrible nightmare; she couldn’t explain the message it was driving at."It’s me, your love, and I miss you." She pinched her; she didn’t tell her what happened to her the last few years; she was away; she doesn’t know if she should ask her about the past few years she left her after betraying her; she guesses that would make her angry;