Lady Duvignes had screamed loudly, and the nightingale flew away, while Nerissa's ghost seemed confused and quite incredulous at her own untimely death.
Then Alexa felt her palms clench in pain. Nerissa began a pitiful wail, at seeing her own body, and suddenly turned once more to the Light Bearer, with staring eyes.
Slowly, the Shade began to come toward the maiden, arms outstretched…
Alexa knew that the ghost just sought the light, instinctively. But Alexa also knew that that castle was so dark! Souls couldn't get out on their own.
But there was a problem.
If her hands began to bleed in front of that Frenchwoman, or if Lady Duvignes witnessed Alexa using her gift, the maiden was sure she would have the same fate as Alexander's mother.
So what could she do?
Pass out. Black out. Fall unconscious.
That's what a lady does.
It was a coward action, she knew, but the damsel couldn't solve Nerissa's problem now.
