She stared at the vial. “You’ve been… trapped?”
Valerica Steele had never believed in ghosts. valerica steele dad
Her father, who had walked into the sea on her tenth birthday. Valerica had spent a decade convincing herself she was fine. She’d built her reputation on skepticism because belief had cost her too much. Her father, Elias Steele, had been the real deal—a folklorist who could walk into any town and leave with three new legends and a scar. He’d believed in everything: kelpies, shadow men, the soft whisper of the huldra in the birch woods. She stared at the vial