That sounded an awful lot like I want to be a dramatic cunt to Corbie, but she kept her mouth shut. Mouthing off to this bitch was only going to end with Mildmay being more upset than he already was. Let her think she had the power here. But ultimately, she was a ghost.

And Corbie knew a few things about how to handle ghosts worse than her.

And a few things about catty women who thought they could get one over on her.

She lowered her hand from Mildmay's back to give his hand a squeeze. She wasn't going anywhere. It was going to be okay.

Even if the cold feeling in the pit of her stomach told her she was about to see something really bad.