Keira couldn’t breathe. Malevolent energy poured off the apparition in waves. The sickening, cloistering evil was the same energy that had terrified her the last time she’d stepped into the woods. It hit her with enough force that her heart began skipping beats, filling her ears with a high-pitched whistle. The spirit rose from its grave, the black smoke spilling between the cracks in the stone. Its eyes fixed on Keira as its jaw shifted into something resembling a lipless, grimacing smile. It can’t hurt me. It’s a ghost. It can’t hurt me.
