Ghast Me Gently (Wicked Good Witches Book 4) by Starla Silver Read Free Book Online Page B

himself to be. Perhaps he was very good at faking, being good.
    She took a step back, not having realized that she had stepped closer.
    “Goodbye, Riley,” she bemoaned, walking away before either her courage or her legs failed her.
    “Okay. Yeah. Goodbye, Melinda. I have to go too,” he muttered, sounding annoyed. “My feeling is telling me there’s somewhere else I need to be anyway.”
    Melinda spun around. “Meaning you have to save someone?”
    “Um, not necessarily. Sometimes it leads me to nowhere. Sometimes it’s really stupid stuff like saving someone from spilling a hot coffee on themselves.”
    “But it’s still saving someone, from something?”
    “I guess. But no.”
    She stood, staring at him, waiting for him to explain.
    “Sorry, other than my brother I’ve never told anyone about this thing I do. I just don’t really know the proper way to explain it.”
    “But it’s good things? Helping people? Normally?” she reiterated.
    “Sure, it’s always helping something. This one time I had this need to spend six hours sitting at a bus stop. Until finally, this bus pulled up and this old lady got off and needed help getting her bags to her apartment, and there was no one around but me.”
    “Oh,” Melinda said. “But that’s still kind of sweet.”
    “Extra sweet if you ask me because the lady was so happy for the help she eagerly spent another hour telling me her entire life story.”
    Melinda could not help but chuckle and bit her lip to stop. She sighed, making a decision. Protecting The Demon Isle was a job for the Howards. Perhaps she should help Riley… keep an eye on him… for the Isle’s sake…
    “Well, I should probably go,” said Riley, turning to leave.
    “Yeah, um, I think I’ll come with you,” she spouted.
    “What?”
    “I know the island better. You might need my help.”
    He tossed her a confused look, trying to curtail the smile he couldn’t help but flash. “Probably won’t need any help, but as you say you do know the island better than me.”
    “Let’s go then,” she pressed, impatiently motioning for him to lead the way. “But just so we’re clear, this isn’t any kind of date. Or hanging out. Or even being friends, or anything like that.”
    “Your wish is my command,” he remarked. Although more sheepishly than he had in the previous days.
    She rolled her eyes, but followed, telling herself that she believed every word she’d just said. 
     
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    Michael and William finished checking out their second lighthouse, located at the far end of Bloodsucker Bay. This lighthouse had been built into the rock that made up the marshy bay, where both fresh water and salt water mixed into swirling streams that swam through the bay. They drove past the area Michael and Charlie had dived into a week prior, once again finding no clues to help in the disappearance of Anthony Jordan.
    Michael’s phone rang. “Hiya Charlie,” he shouted over the hum of the jeep.
    “Where you guys at?”
    “Just leaving the Bloodsucker Bay Light, heading toward our rendezvous point.”
    “Perfect, we’re just leaving the Breakwater Light. Didn’t find anything at our first two. Mack was actually just pulling in as we left, going to question some of the tourists. Breakwater’s crawling with people.”
    “Well it is the most popular light on the Isle, seeing as it’s right near the ferry landing and all. So no luck yet?” Michael confirmed.
    “Not a thing. You?”
    “Ditto. Nothing.”
    “Well, still one to go,” Charlie spoke heartily.
    Even over the phone, Michael could tell his brother was saying this for Eva’s sake.
    “Yeah, see you in a bit,” said Michael, hanging up.
    “I have to say I’m rather perplexed over Mr. Jordan’s whereabouts,” admitted William.
    “Yeah, I could tell in Charlie’s voice they are feeling the same.”
    William stared out of the jeep, deep in thought, as Michael drove them toward the final lighthouse.
     

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