Chapter 7
The moment she awoke, she remembered her midnight visit from Franz, and a staggering thought hit her. She had no proof that he lived. She’d never actually seen him in the flesh. Yes, she’d touched him, felt him against her as he f****d her thoroughly, but he disappeared so quickly—like a mist.
Oh, God, was it true?
Was he—dead?
Was she being f****d by an erotic ghost?
No, it wasn’t true, surely!
A grave. Thorn had told her about a grave. He’d said it was Sarafina’s grave, but he was lying! A chill crawled up her spine. It was his grave that lay out on the rise—the grave of her ghostly lover. Wanting answers, she went looking for Thorn. She found him polishing the silver and cornered him.
“Thorn,” she said urgently.
“Good morning, miss. You slept late today. Are you ready
