Of Family and Specters

May's heart thumped fiercely in the thoracic cavity of her chest.

She had heard many rumors about the Spectral Scholar, about how he moved in the shadows and terrorized scores of students in the dead of night... but never, not even once, had she viewed him as a threat.

It was not because she was not afraid of the supernatural, or that she had some standing agreement with the enigmatic specter, but because for the last two weeks, she had had bigger, more pressing issues to worry about.

Asher had gotten himself into serious trouble... and as his last and only surviving relation, she had gotten caught in the crossfire as well.

As to why May automatically assumed that the shadowy entity holding the blade to her neck was none other than the acclaimed enfant terrible himself, well, there were a couple of reasons actually.

For one, she had not seen or even heard the door move.