Beverly threw open the French doors, and her shoes and the duffel were long forgotten.
Her throat narrowed like it was closed off by huge ice cubes as she looked down from the high porch. The distance of the fall would either injure her or give a clean break for freedom. If she didn’t do it she would be easy prey for some spirit or demon to hack her to pieces. She said a fervent prayer, threw her leg over the rail and jumped.
A bush cushioned her fall and Beverly slid onto the ground. Consciousness wavered and the blurry white ball of light above slowly turned into the moon as the misty earth spun. For a moment, she laid flat wondering if she had any broken bones. Beverly was able to move her arms and legs. She hauled in a breath and the spinning stopped. Jack’s voice was wild and made no sense as it rose above the other voice on the veranda.
Shaky and unsteady Beverly rose to her feet. Surprisingly, her legs supported her, gaining strength with each step. She ran into the darkness as fast as she could. Her heart was beating faster and faster, pumping blood by the gallon. Adrenaline was an analgesic to the piercing of rocks and sticks on her feet. She was laughing and crying at the same time. Laughing because she was alive, crying because she had to leave Jack behind. The farther she got from the house, the fewer times she looked back.
Beverly didn’t know how long or how far she ran. Time didn’t matter anymore—it could have been two hours or thirty minutes. She had to slow down because she realized that leaves and tree limbs were smacking her in the face.
Certain she was a safe distance from the house, Beverly took a moment of respite and reality came crashing in. Collapsing into a heap of fatigue and grief, she put her head between her knees and cried until her sides hurt and her breath came in hard gasps. All of this was her fault. None of this would have happened if she would have faced her fate and gone to prison.
Because of her, Jack was inside that house with something horrible, quite possibly he was fighting for his life. Jack had no intentions of hurting her. He tried to protect her from whatever entity lurked there. Yes, she was sure of it.
Beverly looked into the starry night and the dark outline of trees behind her. She contemplated heading back in the direction of the house, but what good would it do? Jack needed saving and she wasn’t able to do it on her own. She had to find help, and had to find it fast.
Her prison becomes his hell.
The only thing standing between Beverly Price and a prison cell is her well connected attorney, Jackson McNabb. Jackson pulls some legal strings, getting Beverly sent to his family’s plantation to work out her sentence at an isolated setting-the perfect place for sexual escapades. When Jack and Beverly act on the pent-up lust burning between them, their passion rouses an angry spirit, setting off a series of frightening paranormal events and sending Beverly fleeing the arms of her lover, leaving Jack to fight for both of their lives.