Bad Blood

GENEVIEVE'S POV

I was seeing a ghost. I had to be seeing a ghost because this wasn't real… right?

“What? You're not going to usher me in?” he asked, his voice mocking.

He was enjoying it… my shock and fear. My hands were clammy now, and not even rubbing them against my dress did anything to help.

I'd known Zane hadn't died, but I still never expected to see him again. “What are you doing here?” I