Firebrook Castle is haunted.
What utter nonsense! I never believe silly ghost stories… until I suddenly inherit the crumbling Firebrook estate. And now I’m a human bravely staying the night in an old ruin to prove that tales of ghostly Hyrrokin soldiers are just that…tall tales.
And then I scream like a little girl when I discover a black-horned, satanic-looking male standing at the foot of my bed, who isn’t entirely corporeal. Which I must say, is a total bummer considering how unbearably handsome he is.
Each night this scary, shirtless apparition with an exquisite six pack of abs, hovers at my bedside.
Is this “ghost” stalking me?
And…why do I like it?