Chapter 39

Something hard latched around Jane's left wrist. The joint nearly snapped as she jerked to a halt. She gasped for breath and opened her eyes, hesitant to find her fate only delayed.

Above her, Bastian strained to hold her and not fall over himself. A pearly light shined in the black dots of his pupils. An otherworldly presence.

Inside her, Isabelle's spirit leaped for joy, and Jane's heart responded, pounding wildly against her ribs. They were two spirits united in her body. She'd let Isabelle into her, just as it seemed Bastian had let Richard into him. The ghosts were coming together because she and Bastian were holding onto each other. After two centuries of being apart, the lovers were touching through their descendants' hands.

So long, it's been so long my love. Isabelle's thoughts were heartbreaking and impossibly strong.