A narrow escape.

What kind of odd luck was this? Phoebe's intention was never to set foot near the Saxon castle. She had boarded a tourist bus just to pass time after doing some shopping and somehow she ended up there.

But in all honesty she was curious whether the place was still the same. It was now a full year since she had been reborn and not once did she ever set foot at that house, if anything she was actually hiding from the Saxons especially her husband. 

In this life, it was not her intention to become entangled with him. She felt like she had done enough for him in her last one. Still, thinking of David Saxon caused a dull ache in her chest.

She had been reborn with the love and anger and grief he caused her. Even now, entering into his world to save her own life was not a thing she could avoid due to the rules of her rebirth. Had her rebirth been a gift or a curse?

A black Porsche that she clearly remembered drove past her causing her to quickly turn around such that the driver couldn't see her face.

Inside the gorgeous car was a handsome white haired man whom she hoped never to see ever again.

The two hadn't met yet in this life time but nonetheless Phoebe wanted to leave nothing to chance.

"Do not remember, do not smile, do not miss him." she whispered to herself. 

Everyday, it was a battle between her mind and her heart to keep the good memories at bay and remember only the grief. 

Phoebe closed her eyes and let out a huge exhalation of pent -up breath when the car continued to driveway because the last thing she wanted was to run into her husband.

The sound of screeching brakes from the car however compelled her eyes open.

"Why is he stopping?"

Phoebe hoped that she wasn't the reason why.

Her hope quickly faltered when she heard David's familiar voice call her name. For a second there it felt like she could hardly breathe.

How in God's name did he know her name? If she remembered correctly this wasn't how they met in her past life. They had first met when she went to Saxon group in search of a job, so how did he know her.

Without a pause, she began to walk as fast as she could sparing a quick glance behind her, on noticing that he was following her, Phoebe's pace increased as her walking transitioned into running.

"God darn it! Why does he keep following me?" Her hands clenched on the straps of her bag.

Lucky for her was that a tourist was exiting a taxi to which she jumped into and ordered the driver to drive away.

"No problem, I will do that as soon as the previous passenger pays me in full. This is not the amount we agreed upon." The old man expressed his frustration on the woman who was claiming to have run out of cash.

Looking at the direction from which David was coming from, it was just a matter of seconds before he caught up to her.

"Drive I'll pay whatever she owes you." The patience in her voice had clearly run thin.

On hearing her declaration, the driver set off just when David and her eyes met.

"Phew, that was close." Phoebe let out a sigh of relief, she continued to blame the red hair on her head which she blamed for giving her away.

"You should have spoken to him, do you think that it's a coincidence that you guys were there at the same time? I have told you times without number that your destinies are intertwined."

The words came from the mouth of the spirit that was sitting right next to her. It's statements caused Phoebe to scream angrily.

"Shut up! Just....please keep quiet." Phoebe's words caused the old driver to adjust the rear view mirror so as to look at her.

"Ma'am, I didn't say anything." He defended himself, a worried look enveloped his face because the passenger he was driving appeared nuts.

"Am not talking to you." She leaned back and shut her eyes tightly.

Her response had the old man swallowing excessively as he searched the vicinity before asking whom she was talking to.

"Focus on the road." She ordered curtly

Since Phoebe was reborn, she was yet to live a day without hearing about the Saxon pendant and how it had saved her life.

The ghost of the Saxon ancestral spirit was the first thing she saw when she was reborn and according to the nagging spirit it was because of the magic of the Saxon pendant that she got to get a second chance at life although she was taken back ten years in time.

However according to ancestor Saxon, all magic comes at a price and in this case Phoebe had to live the rest of her life seeing ghosts. And she had to help the ghosts so as to give the pendant energy which would then keep her alive.

Ancestor Saxon had also been insisting that Phoebe reconnects with David, however after everything that he had done to her it was going to take something more than just their destinies being fated to get them together.

"Don't do that again ancestor, I know that you pulled some strings to get us to meet. If this happens again I will stop helping those ghosts that you care for so much." Phoebe issued a warning that caused the fat spirit with white hair to laugh.

"Young lady, I think that of the two of us you benefit more by helping the ghosts." Ancestor Saxon lied blatantly.

Although Phoebe didn't know it just yet, her being alive was more beneficial to the Saxon spirit. In fact to the Saxon empire as a whole.

The taxi came to a stop in front of the Cerene Apartments. The terrified taxi driver asked the young woman at the back to step out of his vehicle.

He was visibly horrified because the young woman had been talking to herself since she entered the car. Without waiting for her to pay for the ride, the man sped off like he had seen a ghost.

A tiny chuckle escaped her lips because she was used to getting that kind of reaction from people, most times they called her weird especially because she was the owner of The black ghost Cafe and she never made it a secret that she could see ghosts or that her business was to deal with the dead.

Majestically she moved to the tiny Cafe that was located on the ground floor of the Cerene luxurious apartments.

As usual the Cafe was almost full of customers but these were not the usual customers who went to a Cafe to enjoy a cup of coffee.

Most were people that desired to talk to their family and friends who were on the other side, others wanted solutions because they believed that they were haunted and some were actually ghosts that needed to make contact with humans.

Phoebe had made quite the name for herself with some some people calling her a Shaman and others a witch. None of that bothered her after all with each ghost she helped more energy was funneled into the pendant and above all she had made quite a fortune for herself.

It was not so bad being the ghost seeing lady, as the little kids around often called her.