Decadent
RUN, ALLY! Stop staring at him and run. He's evil. Don't let him touch you!
But as the forbidding figure moved through the mist toward her, Ally couldn't run. His physical domination of everything surrounding him in the ancient cemetery seemed to hold her like a net.
She'd heard the tales about the Wolverton legend and the ghost that haunted The Willows, an elegant old mansion. According to folklore, the estate had been stolen from the Wolvertons nearly a hundred years ago, and Micha Wolverton had been killed trying to reclaim it. His dying vow had been to be reunited with the spirit of his beloved wife, who'd taken her life for reasons no one would speak of, except in whispers. But Ally had never put much stock in the fantasy. She didn't believe in ghosts.
Until now—
She didn't understand what was happening. The figure had just materialized out of the mist, his body solidifying right before her eyes.
His face was familiar...so familiar. She stepped back as he approached.
"Don't be afraid," he murmured. His voice wasn't what she had expected. It didn't sound as if it ... read full excerpt from: Decadent ebook
