Immortalis - Book 1 (The Keeper's Immortals) Read Free Page A

Trish with a thanks-for-stating-the-obvious stare.
    “I don’t know but I was wondering if my bestie would like to assist me?” I asked with a sweet grin on my face. Trish’s smile faded at the thought of helping me with such a daunting task. “It won’t be anything, please. I need to find him Trish, please.” After a few more moments of begging Trish finally caved, saying that she would help. I smiled and hugged her up tightly as I could, hard enough to take the air out of her lungs. We figured the best thing to do was to start a search for Reid Hollingsworth on every social network that we could think of – Facebook, Twitter – even checked the long dead Myspace - and although we came up with guys of the same name, none of them were the right guy. Trish thought about just doing a general search on the internet for him but when she did, she pulled of a site for European mysteries. The mystery was pertaining to an Irish family, with a son named Reid Hollings, who suddenly disappeared during the Dark Ages. The tale was old and highly interesting, but nothing to do with the person I was searching for. I clicked off the page, getting frustrated only to have Trish pop up with frustration.
    “Hey I wanted to see the picture! Who knows maybe it was your lover boy.” She laughed, but her humor was stalled by go-to-hell look I was giving her.
    “You know that wasn’t him.” I demanded and after a couple hours of searching I was getting more frustrated than before, closing the laptop while letting out a sigh. Knowing I was upset Trish strolled over to me, plopped herself on my lap and gave me a squeeze.
    “You’re really gonna give up already?” Trish asked.
    “No, I’m just getting irritated so I’m gonna take a break and go see Charlie.” My words must have struck a chord because suddenly she was up, looking like a cat that had just been dunked in ice cold water.
    “Charlie?”
    “Yeah’ I said as I stood from the chair, pushing myself up with help from the kitchen table. ‘I want coffee and he kinda owes me one.” I told Trish with a wink. Trish didn’t understand what I was talking about, but advised that she wasn’t going anywhere near the coffee shop because she didn’t have to be in until four so she didn’t want to see it or Charlie.
    “Oh what the hell does that man owe you for?”
    “You’ll find out sooner or later I’m sure.” I explained as I grabbed my phone and the keys from the kitchen table, smiling as I walked out the door and leaving Trish with an unanswered question, which I knew would drive her crazy. I enjoyed torturing my best friend because she always did the same thing to me, only I was better at it.
    When I reached the coffee shop I walked straight to the counter and ordered my usual, large and hot mocha, then looked around for Charlie, but not seeing him. Once I was given my cup I asked if Charlie was there, but the young lad behind the counter informed me that he wasn’t at the moment, but should be in shortly. Pushing the potential romance of my friend out of my head I ventured over to my favorite table and took a seat, feeling the warm sun hitting my back through the window put a temporary smile on my face. For the first time since I had woken up I had a moment to rest my mind and clean the sleep out of my eyes. I must have looked dreadful but I didn’t care. I was tired and my mood was starting to turn foul. Trying not to let it affect me like it was, I took a deep breath – relaxing myself.
    When I finally opened my eyes again I watched the front door open and Reid walk through while chatting with Charlie. I was stunned that the person I had searched for all morning had just walked in. ‘Damn´ I thought to myself.  I felt my face light up, feeling my cheeks blush as I saw Reid turn from the register to look over the place and I noticed he couldn’t help but to smile to himself when he spotted me. The girl behind the counter handed Reid his coffee then he slyly