Chapter 90

The air felt cold as Grace stood in the middle of the Blackwood estate’s grand hallway, but something was wrong. The lights were flickering and there were shadows against the walls. It felt suffocating to her throat as if something was preventing her from breathing.

Then she heard a soft, wet dripping sound.

She turned her head slowly as dread curled around her ribs like a vice.

At the far end of the hall, a figure stood, barely visible under the dim light.

Grace’s breath hitched as she recognized who it was. Her sister was facing away from her, her once-beautiful white dress was now stained with deep crimson as the fabric clung to her body like it had been soaked through. The metallic scent of blood filled the air making Grace’s stomach twist violently.

She tried to take a step forward, but her feet felt heavy, as if the floor itself was pulling her down.

“Faith?”

Her voice cracked, barely above a whisper.

The figure remained motionle