He met Serilda’s gaze, pinning her in place with his icy stare. “Do you know what becomes of wandering spirits when they cannot find their way to Verloren?” Serilda glowered at him, searching for the threat in his words. “I plan to haunt you until the end of time.” He smirked, then leaned closer. “They become monsters.” He reached for her, running one cold knuckle along her cheek. “Whatever is keeping you here, dearest Serilda, I suggest you let it go, before it is too late.”
I DONT GET IT!!!!!!!!
