Chapter 110

Selah’s POV

The head mistress of the maids was pissed. I could see it with the way her eyes were looking at me with such evil, I half-expected her to sprout horns and start breathing fire. If looks could kill, I’d be halfway to the spirit realm by now probably sharing tea with Rosalyn’s ghost friends.

I stood beside said ghost now, who was—very rudely—pretending to look at her hands.

She also sni