Chapter 27: The Regis Clan
"Hey..." a woman’s voice rang inside his head before he felt someone poke his cheek.
Slowly, Matthew opened his eyes only to see a pale face hovering inches from his own. Big eyes, unnaturally clear, seemed to sparkle with light that wasn’t from the ceiling. Her skin was almost translucent, faint veins tracing along her cheekbones like delicate lines of frost.
Matthew jolted up fast. His shoulder moved through her as he sat up.
But she was the one who reacted. She yelped, fell backward, and landed on the floor. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she snapped, rubbing her side. "That was my face."
Matthew blinked and scrambled to his feet. He touched his face first. Then his chest. He turned to the mirror.
No water. No bruises. No blood. His reflection looked normal again. Nothing out of place aside from the light feeling that he was having.
He grabbed his mask from the counter and slid it on.
Behind him, the ghost woman stood up and dusted off her see-through clothes. "You’re welcome, by the way."
Matthew turned toward her, still adjusting the mask. "What?"
She crossed her arms. "If it weren’t for me, you’d still be on the floor, twitching like an idiot."
He narrowed his eyes. "What do you want?"