“Who’s there?” His bleary eyes darted about the chamber as a chill raced up his spine. After a few moments of silence, he shrugged and, retrieving the cup, swayed back to his seat.
Kyla will regret this day…that be a certainty! I will thrash her within an inch of her life for disobeying me…after I have tasted her freshness, of course. Taking a large pull from his cup, Clyde spewed it about the room choking and coughing as Iona’s filmy body appeared before his eyes. Sheer terror shot through him at the sight of her!
“Y-ye can nae be here! Ye are dead!”
“Ye would ken that better than anyone…since it was ye who did the killing! I did nae mind that as much as ye telling Kyla that I had left her and ye without so much as a goodbye!” Iona’s blue eyes glowed almost white in her anger.
Ramsey’s eyes bulged as his intoxicated mind attempted to sort out what floated before him. With a snicker, he grinned at her.
“I thought it quite ingenious, me self,” he slurred. “What care ye? Ye are nae real…just a drunken vision!”
Iona’s blood, if she had any, boiled in fury! What an insufferable lout! Then, remembering why she was there, she smiled widely.
“If I be a vision then why would I ken Kyla’s whereabouts?”
Clyde sobered immediately, sitting ramrod straight in his chair, eyeing her warily. Tis nae truly Iona before me. She would do naught ta let me near the lass! Mayhap tis a demon. He snorted as he decided that was the most logical conclusion. What did he care as long as he got Kyla back?
“Ye truly ken where she be?”
“And ye will tell me?”
“Mayhap I will, then again…mayhap I will nae.”
“Do nae toy with me wraith!”
“Toy with ye? Is that what ye think I do?”
“What else can it be when ye can see how tormented I be at the loss of me daughter?”
“Good! It gladdens me heart ta see ye suffer so.”
Clyde was aghast! What manner of she-demon was this?
“Ye relish me suffering?”
“Aye. For your plans for her were pure evil! Was a wife nae good enough ta satisfy ye? Why torture your daughter?”
“Bah! Why should I argue with ye when ye are nae more than a vision? Go! Ye waste me time.”
“Ah, then ye have nae wish ta ken where she be?”
Bloodshot eyes darted her direction once more but he remained mute.
Sighing, Iona began to fade into the dark.
“Wait! If ye truly ken…then tell me. I would have her back.”
Laughing hysterically, she came back into view. She narrowed her translucent eyes in a glare once she controlled her mirth.
“Kyla be out of your reach forever ye disgusting piece of swine dung!” An evil grin crossed her lips as she delivered her words. “She was wed this very morn,” the spirit’s face almost touched his as she continued, “…and bedded this very night!”
“Nay!” he bellowed, leaping from his seat. “Ye lie!”
Iona held a hand to her throat, remembering it was he who murdered her! With a look of innocence she batted her lashes at him.
“I witnessed it me self, m’laird! Aye. I have nae been from this world so long that I do nae recognize coupling when I see it. Twas a tender moment betwixt the two. I do believe there be a touch of love developing.” The last part was laying it on a little thick but he deserved it. She truly did not know if they had consummated their vows or not. It would be inappropriate for her to watch. But what Clyde did not know…well, what harm was there? A shudder ran through her as he reached for her throat, passing harmlessly through the misty veil.
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