His Love For Her Was Alive, Even If He Wasn't Astra I never knew there was a life after death. A world beyond the Veil. I also never knew I had a stalker, one who watched me from the shadows and vowed to protect me forever. Or that he died saving me. Now I’m haunted. A ghost lingers in the darkness of my sanctuary and I find myself with no escape. Because you can’t escape the dead, you can’t fight them either. So afraid, and at his mercy, confusion follows when I come undone for an aspiration. From the feathered kiss of a touch that seeps beneath my skin. No Straitjacket will stop my ghost from coming for me, or possessing all those who dare to harm me. Hunter I saw her once. The girl with ocean blue eyes and a problematic smile. She was a deviant under the surface. Mischief dwelled within her troublemaker’s heart. So I decided she’ll be mine. Only I forgot to tell her that. I became obsessed and transfixed by her wicked smile. I hadn’t meant to become her stalker. But I did. And I regret nothing.