Jocelyn was currently being held in Silas Stowe's arms.
The silk ribbon covering her eyes fell away, and she opened them.
The cave was small. Not far off, water was dripping into a little puddle in a corner. Above her, a small opening let in a sliver of light. Though the cave was dim, she could tell it was daytime.
A strange mix of medicinal herbs and the stench of rot filled the air.
'I didn't notice it before!'
Now, a wave of nausea rolled in her stomach.
'How could Silas live in a place like this?'
"Silas, how can you live in a place like this?" As she spoke, she grabbed Silas Stowe's hand and her gaze shifted to his face. The next moment, her eyes flew wide, her pupils constricting in shock. "A GHOST! AHHH... Who are you?"
A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the cave.
Her voice was filled with such terror and disbelief that it trembled uncontrollably.
