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Green-brown contact lenses that make my stare almost inhuman. The slit in my black dress teases up my thigh with every step, high enough to pull a knife from if I need to. My cleavage is on full display, glossy and highlighted. My skin glows with a fake softness, oiled to distraction, but under it—steel. The moment I enter, heads turn. I know I'm hot .. Whispers. Desire. Suspicion. Exactly what I want. This isn’t just a party — it’s a goddamn masquerade of killers and liars.

CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN: THE GHOST I REPLACED CHRISTIAN Chuck’s eyes sparkled with dark amusement as he stared up at me. “Not happy to see me?” His voice dripped with mockery. “You look like you’ve just seen a fucking ghost.” I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My body stayed frozen on top of him, lips parted, blood turning to ice in my veins. I just stared down at my worst nightmare. My best friend.

He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I took it. He has a firm grip, but his hands are cold, so fucking cold, just like Echo’s touch. “I am sorry to ask but are you a…” “Ghost? Absolutely.” He answered before I could even complete my questions, that explains why they can both see each other but does this mean that I can see all ghosts because I initially thought that I could only see Echo. “We met yesterday when she was sad and alone and we have been friends since then.” I feel terrible that I put her in that position, but I am glad she’s okay and she’s back. Adrian though, he is different. He is actually cooking, touching and holding things, how is that even possible.

“You’ll be there, Kane. No question about it.” “Perfect,” I said, still smiling as I turned back to my desk. “Can’t wait to be there.” I buried myself in work. My fingers moved over the keyboard, the numbers and reports on the screen blurring together into something mindless. Then, my phone buzzed against the desk, I glanced at it, expecting some routine update or useless notification. But the name on the screen made me freeze. Ghost. Is he serious? My blood boiled as I stared at the notification. It was almost like he enjoyed throwing it in my face, over and over, that he was Ghost all.

“Ghost.” My body stiffens immediately.

“Especially considering there’s a dead body right fucking there.” We both laugh, the tension cracking just slightly, and I lean into Ghost again, letting him hold me because, fuck, I need it right now. “Like I care,” Ghost taunts, the smirk evident in his voice. “I’d happily fuck him on his grave.” “No,” I mutter, shaking my head against his shoulder. His laughter is loud, unapologetic.“Guess I found one of your hard limits,” he muses. “No fucking on your father’s grave.”

“Human trafficker! Call the FBI!” “Actual demon. Burn in hell, Luna!” “Look at her face in the stream right now! She’s a ghost!” In the penthouse, Luna’s jaw dropped, her artful expression collapsing into a mask of pure, unadulterated terror. Her face drained of all color, turning a sickly, mottled gray under the expensive ring light. She looked at her secondary monitor and saw her own betrayal being broadcast to 50 million people. She tried to speak, to scream that it was a deepfake, but the platform’s "Account Banned" notification slammed across her screen in bold, blood-red letters.

Ghost fawned, intense gaze on mine, hands cradling my cheeks, thumbs stroking soothingly, flicking tears away. Ghost was close. I was close. His eyes said all his words couldn't. He wanted us experiencing the euphoric explosion of orgasm together. “We’ll do it together.” I urged. He nodded. Our lips joined and our bodies leaned into one another. "Good girl." Ghost jerked his hips. My bones wobbled, and he held me protectively. His head was thrown back, so was mine. My pussy quivered around his dick, and he hardened even more, ready to explode.

Celeste said and Xayne stopped punching the bag. "Do I have your attention now?". "Are you serious, Celeste?". "I am, he had a cap covering his face and a hood over it, Geez his lips were captivating, I can't believe a ghost picked interest in me". Celeste said. "Did you say hood? Black hood, he's pretty tall". "Um how did you know?". "Damn! I'm not crazy after all, it's real, he's real ". Xayne whispered. .