Whispers from the Grave

Previously

…The whispers beckoned, promising answers, promising connection, promising… him. Thea closed her eyes, the dried jasmine clutched tightly in her hand. The sorcerer’s presence was a warm, insistent pressure against her soul. She felt a profound shift, a turning point. The girl who had arrived at Blackwood Manor, lost and grieving, was fading, replaced by someone new, someone awakened. And the sorcerer, the captivating, dangerous entity, watched with an ancient, possessive gaze, knowing his claim was growing stronger with every breath she took. The adventure had truly begun.