Chapter 18

I don’t understand his laughter and ask, “What’s so funny?”

“Mrs. O’Donnell accidentally fell down the Prince tower seven years ago and broke her neck. She died instantly. There’s a cemetery behind the castle where she’s buried. I would show you her grave, but it’s under snow right now.”

The information hits me like a freight train. I must turn pale, a frigid white like the snow outside. Confused, I ask, “She’s a ghost?”

He chuckles again. “Yes. You’re fortunate. Only a few guests get to see her. She must like you.”

“Last night, she found me in the Prince room and led me through the walls and here. I’ve seen and spoken to her numerous times since I arrived.”

“It’s comforting to know she’s looking out for your best interest.”

“How strange, but kind of nice,” I add, kissing him again, and melting while smelling the breakfast on my lap, ravenous for Bar Moore and food.

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