Rose’s heart froze. She had always known that the house had secret doors and secret rooms – Emilia had shown her two such rooms upstairs when she first moved to Woodrush Hall – so it made perfect sense there would be a secret door leading into the Marquis’ private study. But who besides himself would go through it? Especially at this time of night.
Remembering the ghost, her heart beat hard and fast. She gazed at the intruder with only the light of the moon and faint embers from the fire to illuminate the form. She sat and listened to the soft breathing of whoever it was who stood before her and was forced to ask herself, do ghosts breathe?
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