Chapter 85

The Lady in White’s POV

I stood there watching him bleed and watching Hazel cry over his body. I felt nothing for him. I was dead but he deserved what he got.

His anger was a compromise to the entire plan. In my ghost form, my fingers weren’t doused in blood when I slit his throat.

They passed through his feeble human flesh so easily but each cut was more than 20 blades sharp.

I had carried out the King’s orders; it was time to go.

I stepped outside and found the sun rising. It was beautiful even now that I no longer had flesh. Its rays passed through me like a clear glass and I casted no shadow. I walked, my feet barely touching the ground. I couldn’t feel its warmth and was always feeling death’s cold hands, long after it had taken my soul.

But even in death, my soul wasn’t free. I was a slave, working against my own will for the King of the Dead.

I turned into the forest and walked through the trees. The animals that saw me were undisturbed by my presence. They never feared the dea