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"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

And it angered her even more. “Good Evening sir Hughes! I'm happy that you could make it to our anniversary party! If I knew you’d be coming, I could’ve fetched you in the lobby myself.” Gilbert laughs, as if his wife isn’t being yanked by Abby at the moment. It only took a second for Raphael to spot Abby. To his surprise, Abby has exceeded his expectations again. He knew that she had a bad history with her family, but he didn’t think far enough that Abby would resort to violence. To make things worst, she

I was gone, and it wasn't as though they could speak ill of me now, not while my body was being buried in the ground. Even my mother-in-law came. She was already a frail, tiny woman, but seeing her there made her appear decades older. Grayson knelt before my gravestone, convinced he was performing some act of atonement. But to me, his presence was nothing more than repulsive. After the funeral, he returned to the small apartment. Alice, starved for three days, lay there, barely clinging to life. The moment she saw Grayson, fear overtook her—a fear she couldn't hide.

He then cast a spell. 'By the covenant of blood, I open the coffin.' Light comes out from around the chest. It didn't take long before the magic-covered chest opened, and Kinsley first saw the frozen and pale body of the woman he loved in a white dress. His eyes were closed, and his hands crossed to his chest. Her black hair fell, contracting with her pale body color. She is Abigail. The longing that has accumulated as one for 300 years slowly disappears. The sadness on Kinsley's face was replaced by a smile full of love.

My heart jumped. I turned around slowly. Abigail was standing there at the doorway, her hair slightly messy, her eyes red like she had been crying too. She rushed toward me and wrapped her arms around me tightly. Her embrace was warm and desperate, like she was trying to hold the pieces of me together. My father’s expression turned from anger to confusion. “Abigail?” he said sharply. “What are you doing here?” She ignored him. She held me tighter, whispering, “Don’t go, please. Don’t leave like this.”

It was absolutely deafening. Vanessa’s mouth hung open. She slowly lowered her wine glass. Elena stared at Abigail like she was looking at a total stranger. Grey sat frozen in his chair. He stared up at his wife in shock. The quiet, invisible girl he married had just brought his ruthless mother and sister to their knees with nothing but her words. Abigail picked up her purse from the table. She didn't wait for them to recover. She had nothing left to say to these people. "Excuse me," Abigail said softly. "I am going to leave now."

My fingers skimmed over her back, soothing, grounding. Abigail hummed, nestling closer for just a moment before her brows furrowed. She pulled back enough to study me, her gaze sharp despite the sleep still clinging to her features. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I forced a small smile. “Like what?” We were both quiet for a moment, like we knew we we both hiding things. “Like you just saw a ghost.” She rubbed at her eyes, yawning. “Or is it the…marks. Why do we both have them?”

She blinks at the obscureness in her vision and mentally rejoices when she succeeds. However, it was a mistake. Her sight caught the same figure she had seen earlier. It gave her the same creepy feeling. "Urgh... Why is she still there?" She grumbled and buried her face into Lucy's neck. "Abigail Marie" Lucy softly calls for her while she shakes her head. "I don't want to see Grandma's ghost" Though muffled, everyone understood what she said. "There's no ghost in here, Abigail Marie" Lucy was incredulous by her antics.

Vireo was stunned. "Abigail, what did you say?" "I said you are an illegitimate child! A poor ghost! You've had your eyes on our family's properties as soon as you're born! You are deliberately here to snatch away our family's properties!" Abigail roared at Vireo with incomparable viciousness. "What…family properties?" Vireo asked. In fact, Abigail also had not much clue. She had often heard her grandparents muttering about it, so she committed it to memory.

She didn’t have to. Then Abigail tackled me, crushing me into the bed with limbs and tears and a string of curses that made Blue growl in protest. “If you die,” she whispered, “I swear I’ll resurrect your ghost just to slap you.” “Damn, that's love,” I whispered back. I wasn’t sure how this trip was going to end, I wasn’t sure what waited beyond the red-blooded border on that map. But one thing I did know? These girls, my girls... I like to imagine they’d burn the academy down if I didn’t come back and for that alone, I had to survive.