Ghost Huntress Book 6: The Journey by Marley Gibson Read Free Book Online

top of his head.  “Kendall, I believe you think you saw Princess Di.”
    I stab my fists to my hips.  “What do you mean ‘think you saw Princess Di’?  I know what I was looking at, Patrick.  She was in a blue suit and she waved at me.”
    Celia’s feet hit the ground with a splat.  “You saw Princess Di’s ghost?”
    Taylor’s right behind her.  “I don’t believe you!”
    “Yeah, well neither does my boyfriend.”
    Patrick shakes his head.  “We always see the same apparitions, Kendall.  Always.  I didn’t pick it up.  All I caught in the opening of the Abbey was a fat German guy’s butt crack when he bent to pick up his map of London.  No deceased royalty.”
    I flatten my mouth.  “So, just because you didn’t see it, now I’m crazy.”
    “No, I didn’t say that.”  The vein in Patrick’s neck protrudes, indicating his annoyance at me.  “I know how much of a fan you were, and I think it was probably just residual energy— not the actual Princess.”
    “Oh, you think that, do you?”  I don’t know why I’m so irritated at him.
    Jason steps in.  “You know, I didn’t always believe Kendall back in the beginning, but she’s really good at this stuff.  I say we take her word for it.”
    Celia’s eyes widen and Taylor gasps.  Jessica and Maddie know better than to stick their noses in because they can read the auras and attitudes of these two guys.
    Patrick bows up and advances on Jason.  It has nothing to do with my allegedly seeing Princess Di, and everything to do with these two guys scratching their rooster claws in the dirt over me.
    Fortunately, Oliver steps off the bus and right between the two of them.  “Now, now…we’re here to help a client.  Not fight over a girl.”  He smiles and nods his head.  “To your respective corners.”
    Patrick backs off first and returns to my side.  He reaches for my hands and squeezes it possessively.
    What the hell is this all about?
    I don’t know.  I don’t know, Kendall.
    Is something wrong with you?
    Yeah, I’m not feeling myself.  Something’s not right.  Anger is in my blood.
    So, it’s not about my Princess Di vision?
    Patrick takes his free hand and rubs at his eyes roughly.  I don’t care about that, Kendall.  It’s more.  It’s something trying to pull you away from me.  I don’t know if it’s disguised or what.
    Out loud, I say, “You didn’t get enough sleep on the plane.”
    He lowers his head to me.  “I’m serious.  We have to keep our guards up.  We’re not just tourists on a vacation.  We’re open.  Spirits see us.  They reach out to us.  They fool us.  They deceive.  They manipulate.  We’ve seen it firsthand.  I swear, Kendall, I’ll do everything in my power to protect you.”
    I lift up on my tip toes and place a kiss on his cheek.
    I catch Jason watching us and then shift my eyes to see Christian watching, as well.  Maybe Patrick’s right.  Perhaps things aren’t as they appear.  I just have to be careful and take care of myself.
    Oliver claps his hands together.  “All right, then.  Now that that’s done.  We are here at the home of Mrs. Helen Flanders.  She is the widow of a Royal Air Force pilot and she and her thirteen-year-old daughter have been experiencing strange occurrences in their house of late.
    “Like what?” Celia asks.
    “Well, let’s go in and interview her, shall we?” Oliver flashes a smile.
    We file up the cobblestone walkway to a lovely stone house.  Mini-mansion, more like.  The grass is immaculately trimmed and the hedges don’t have a leaf out of place.  Red, yellow, and white tulips line the flowerbeds in front of the expansive porch.  A lace curtain moves back into place over the window, and I sense that Mrs. Flanders has been eagerly awaiting our arrival.
    “I’m sensing something really dark in there,” Maddie says to Jess and me.
    I haven’t picked anything up yet, but I’m still reeling from what I thought was