Hundred and Thirteen

VALERIA

I was scared, very scared but more than that, I was confused. Grace was supposed to be dead. She was four years in the grave. Just recently, Amelia had gone to mourn by her graveside. She certainly couldn't be another of Dimitri's look-alikes. Of that I was sure.

I blinked, half expecting her to simply vanish or her features to morph into someone else's, but she remained there, bent over me, staring at me in surprise. A chill ran down my spine. Looking at her was like looking at my own reflection in the flesh.

"Grace." My voice was little more than a squeak. The sound of my voice brought her to herself. She got off me and shakily stood on her feet. "If you're not dead... where have you been all this time?"

She gave a slight shake of her head and began to back away really slowly. She kept looking at me like I was a ghost. When the center table was finally between us, she moved around the house, touching objects, lifting them and putting them down again as though she wanted to b