Ghosted (Haunted Souls #23)

PROLOGUE

The beast had reawakened. How or why was not important. It demanded blood. Sacrifice. Revenge.

The pinnacle had been within reach. One final kill. Two for the price of one. An exclamation point to end the nightmare once and for all. A private detective.

A former police officer. It should have been a piece of cake for such an accomplished killer.

Many things went wrong that final night. Thankfully, it was possible to rewrite history.

There was much to be learned. More and better planning was the key to eternal glory.

When the blood finally flowed, it would wash way all the sins of the past. It would cleanse. Rejuvenate. Invigorate. Injecting fresh life, where all that had been left standing was in ruins.

The beast would rise again. Hungrier than before. Stronger. Unstoppable.

Events had already been set into motion. Anyone who tried to get in the way would not survive to tell the tale.

Let the feast begin.