Vespera’s POV
"Vespera, darling. Open the door." She said.
I froze beside my bed, staring at the wall behind me as my mother's voice slipped through the silence.
Three knocks followed, and the silver mark beneath my sleeve began to burn.
"Mom?" I asked.
The word escaped before I could stop it.
Damon, who had been sitting on the edge of my bed discussing the investigation, immediately stood and turned towards the wall.
"Was that her?" He asked.
I nodded, my fingers tightening around the knife I'd picked up from the bedside table.
"Unless you've started hearing voices too, yes." I said.
He approached the wall cautiously, examining the plaster while I remained several steps behind him.
"Don't touch it." I warned.
"You just touched it." He said as he glanced over his shoulder.
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