Eros hummed her eerie song, letting it echo in the empty museum. If Zera was, to be honest, her bravado from earlier had vanished.
She wanted nothing to do with the ghost.
Finally seeing her ghost form, Zera remembered her cold, lifeless body hidden under the mattress to conceal the truth regarding her murder.
That remained to be a mystery. Does this mean anything?
Beatrix must have the same query as she inched closer to Zera.
"She wouldn't begin chasing or banishing us into a black hole, would she? I mean, we're no longer trapped in her big mansion."
Zera could only shrug. Derek and Slater were hiding on the other side, behind an enormous statue of a winged angel.
Currently, Eros was heading in the direction of where the stairs might be found. Zera could only hope she wouldn't suddenly turn around and keep the pace of going back and forth.
