Mystically Bound (Frostbite, Book Three) Read Free Page B

clutching
at the front of her nineteenth century white blouse. “Yes. Yes.
Sammy, she heard me.”
    The older man stepped forward, looking me
over from head-to-toe. No doubt he’d died centuries ago, since his
breeches and boots with tailored jacket looked ridiculous next to
Sammy’s casual clothes from the eighties. “How can you see us?”
    “Oh, no, we are not doing this,” I
snapped. “I have enough ghosts to help, thank you very much. I
can’t deal with you right now.”
    Victoria’s blue eyes widened. “Can you help
us…leave here?”
    “Yes, I can, but not now.”
    While I felt bad for them—I really did—I also
didn’t have the patience to take on anything else. The moment I
opened the doors of communication they’d suck me in with their sad
story. I had officially reached my limit.
    Remembering the power I owned, that Dane had
taught me, I pushed my irritation into my voice. “You are to leave
me alone—all of you. Go away.”
    As my lips sealed shut, they instantly winked
out of existence and the dark night settled in once again. I’d
never been so happy to see nothing but black sky. I sighed. “Thank
God that works.”
    “How many were there?” Gretchen laughed.
    “Three.” I gave her a look. “In this old
place, I imagine they won’t be the only ones pestering me.”
    Before she could respond, a sudden shimmer
flickered in my peripheral vision. I jerked my head to the side and
an odd light formed. I turned to fully face the white orb that
fluttered around in front of me. It started at the ground then
floated about a foot above me. Slowly, the light began to become
solid. “This is weird.”
    Gretchen stepped in next to me. “What’s
weird?”
    I’d never seen a ghost look like… a
ghost . Normally, they looked like everyday people—exactly like
the ones I’d just seen—only the goose bumps along my body and the
sensation of coldness indicated spirit. But weird might not have
been a strong enough description for the happenings now. “Do you
not see the light?” I pointed at the strange glow. “Right there, in
front of me?”
    “I see nothing,” Gretchen replied in a low,
drawn out voice.
    Perhaps I suspected she would, since it was
bright enough to force me to squint. The change of light to a solid
happened so gradually, as if I could see each part of the body
forming. Fingers shaped, arms and legs followed, all building from
the mass of light. “It’s a ghost.” I shook my head, searching to
find the right words. “I mean, it was light, and now it’s becoming
a ghost.”
    “What?” Gretchen gasped.
    I would’ve looked over at her and nodded in
agreement over the same sort of shock I heard in her voice, but I
thought it wise to keep looking at the ghost in case something happened. Exactly what would happen, I had no
idea. “He looks like an apparition.”
    Gretchen sighed. “Which is different than
usual because…?”
    “They’re never see-through.”
    Gretchen stayed silent. Maybe she took the
hint I knew nothing else, since I definitely would’ve told her. I
shielded my eyes against the piercing light as the misty haze
continued to morph into the shape of a body.
    One blink later, the body had formed.
    It still, in no way, resembled anything I’d
seen before. The man figure wasn’t solid. I could, in fact, look
right through him. But his features were there. A crooked nose,
wrinkled face, short white hair, and dark eyes, even if I couldn’t
make out the color.
    Standing to the right of the swamp, he stared
at me and a long awkward pause followed. I figured best get right
to it. “Are you Alexander?”
    He waved.
    I finally looked at Gretchen and she watched
me fiercely, thoughts clearly rummaging in her mind. Then, she
turned to where I’d been looking. “Is he there now?”
    “Yes.” I regarded Alexander and his odd
state. “But he’s different—ghost-like.”
    Gretchen snorted a laugh. “You do realize
that sounds peculiar.”
    “It is