Cursed. Lisa Childs

was here,” Maria replied honestly even though he would probably think she was lying. Or trying to con him. “Her ghost was here...until you came in.”

      Was he the reason that Raven had slipped away so quickly? Because she didn’t want to see her killer again?

      “Why was she here?” he asked, speaking slowly and softly as if Maria were a young child...or mentally unstable, which was probably what that poor deputy thought of her, too.

      “She came here to warn me. I’m in danger, too. That’s what all this is about,” she said, gesturing at those photos he’d left on the table.

      He cocked his head as he continued to scrutinize her through narrowed eyes. He was probably trying to determine if she’d lost her mind. “What is all this?”

      “All these murders,” she said impatiently. Why wasn’t he following her? “This is about me. Someone’s trying to kill me.” Because she was the real witch.

      Images flashed through her head of the murders of everyone who’d gotten close to her. But in her mind she was now the victim. It was her head being held underwater, her neck the noose wound tightly around, her body the brick-laden board crushed...her skin the flames burned.

      Not only could she see a vision of what would happen to someone, she experienced every feeling that person did when it happened. Every moment of terror. Every stab of pain. When they died, it was as if she died, too.