Fairytale Ambrosia (The Knead to Know Series Book 2) Read Free Page B

“If she’s taking someone else, there’s a reason.” Like she was hungry again, or the kids had served whatever purpose she needed them for.
    “She’s a collector.” He looked at me seriously, letting go of my hand. “I don’t get an evil feeling from her. Insanity, yes, but not evil. I don’t think she is trying to kill anyone. This time she’s grabbing a hotel maid from a parking garage, who’s only wearing one shoe. And she—the woman in white—looks completely different. She isn’t old anymore. Her hair is still silver, but her face is young. Her dress is long and satiny, with a high collar.”
    Could she have stolen the kids’ youth? Stranger things had happened. “Was there a door?”
    He nodded. “The housekeeper was walking toward her car, when the same door appeared and the woman stepped out. Then she...” He frowned.
    “What?”
    “She winked at me. How does she know I’m there?”
    There was so much in the Abyss that I still didn’t understand. I did know one thing, however. If whoever was doing this knew that Boone knew, he was probably in danger. I shook my head. There was nothing we could do about this woman. It would be the same as when the boy and girl went missing. Without knowing who or what this woman was, she was all but impossible to find. “Do you know anything else this time? Like did she do anything magical or out of the ordinary after she came out of the door?”
    His eyebrows knit together. “I don’t think so.”
    “Do you know which hotel? Was it on the maid’s uniform? Did it happen in the day or night? How do you know it’s the same kidnapper?”
    Boone ran his hands through his hair again. “I don’t know. It’s frustrating. When I had the vision I was walking down the street and someone brushed up against me. By the time I snapped out of it, the person who caused the flash was long gone.” His earnest blue eyes met mine, begging me to believe him. “We have to find her, Maggie. I don’t know how many more chances we’ll have, and it isn’t like the police are equipped to deal with this. I can’t do it without you. I need you.”
    My shoulders sagged. So much for keeping my head down and minding my own business.

Chapter 2
     
     
    “Maggie?” Emery stuck her head through the kitchen door. “There’s a guy out here to see you.”
    That was weird. I hardly ever had visitors unless it was a customer, but most of them didn’t ask for me by name. “Who is it?”
    She shook her head. “I don’t know. He’s really insistent that he has to talk to you. Please don’t make me talk to him again.” She whispered the last part. “He’s scary.”
    It could be Holden, but most women didn’t look at him and think scary as often as they looked at him and wanted to lose their panties. I glanced back at Boone. “You know I’ll help any way I can, but I have to handle this. I won’t be long.”
    He finally gave me his dimpled grin that was warmer than the sun. “Go take care of your customers. I’ll stop by tonight, if that works for you.”
    I grinned back. “Absolutely.”
    In the café, a large man stood in front of the counter, his bulky arms folded across his expansive chest, taking up enough space for at least two people. The other patrons had stopped what they were doing and stared at him, mouths agape. “Emery, could you see if anyone needs a refill?” I asked and she nodded. I straightened my shoulders and settled my face into a pleasantly blank customer service expression. “How may I help you?” I asked.
    “Maggie Edwards?” The high-pitched voice that came from his mouth wasn’t at all what I expected looking at him.
    I pressed my fingers to my lips to keep from smiling. “Yes?”
    He glowered down at me, obviously not fooled. “You haven’t been easy to find.” Thick, meaty fingers reached toward me and wrapped around my forearm. His soul wasn’t dark enough to feed on, not that I would do that in front of customers, but at least it