The Haunted Sultan (Skeleton Key) - Plot & Excerpts
The cry came again. It wasn’t coming from the man on the balcony. It came from the house itself. The plea was so full of pain and need that Sierra felt herself physically react to it. Her eyes were watering and she wiped at them, an intense sadness rendering her unable to move. She stared in horror at the house, a sick feeling lodging itself deep in her throat. Pain. Loss. Hate. The cry for help came again and Sierra didn’t want to remember, didn’t want to accept what it meant. “Simply respond to a plea of help. Nothing more. Nothing less.” “Fuck me,” Sierra groaned. A scam would have been better. A scam she could deal with. This she was clueless on how to respond. The figure on the balcony held out a hand, and this time the cry for help came from him. “Help me!” The plea was loud. Penetrating. It was filled with desperation. It called to Sierra. Owen was at her back, rigid in fear.
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