Chapter Seventy
Jacob’s POV
“And I think you’ve brought us trouble.” says the visitor.
Even though I can’t see her face, I know she’s looking right at me. The emotion of fear comes to me very seldom and that’s when I have no knowledge of something. When there’s something I have no answer about, or I’m left with no resolve.
But this woman, well I can’t say she’s human exactly. And I think I’m having that particular emotion right now.
Fhoxia is her name, right? And this Fhoxia is not from the living, its dead. She got no presence, no scent, no shadow, nothing.
All the inhibitions I had, all the doubts and mistrust was left with certainty. Lucianna and Roscoe are telling the truth and even if I believe them, this woman’s presence alone makes me believe.
“He didn’t mean to.” Roscoe spok
