There was a pin drop silence inside the fitting room. Anna grew impatient as Kiera didn't help her. She heard a mild rustling sound from behind. All of a sudden, a cold and rough skin touched her bare one as her shiver rose its degree.
It was definitely not Kiera's hand, she knew.
She also knew the moment whose fingers they were, she knew because she felt this touch several times on her own skin.
But still, she felt a little doubt, as rationally it hit her mind. How can it be possible? It doesn't even make sense.
It's not a fantasy novel that anyone would show up to just because she wants them to.
Feeling a little conflicted and fearful at the same time, she felt goosebumps on her skin. Slowly, inhaling a sharp breath she batted her eyes on the mirror just in front of her and her reflection on the mirror together with the person standing behind her.
