Immortal Prophecy (The Immortal Prophecy Saga) by Samantha Adams, Kay Fry Read Free Book Online

LLY WALKED INTO the kitchen, to track down a much needed coffee after her late night stakeout. Her grandmother was in the process of making coffee as she walked through the doorway.
    “I thought I could smell something delightful,” Ally smirked.
    “Late night?”
    “Yeah.” The morning was unusually bitter and cold. She was so glad for her favourite warm and comfortable track pants, jacket and lamb’s wool ugg boots.
    “Did you catch them?” Adele asked.
    “Yeah, I think so,” she answered, feeling unexpectedly confused. She sank down in a chair at the table and ran her fingers through her hair as Adele handed the coffee to a very grateful Ally.
    Adele studied her for a minute and asked, “What do you mean, you think so?”
    Ally scrunched her eyebrows together thinking and trying to remember last night but after a certain point, she couldn’t.
    “I remember seeing my mark, Sarah came home and then some guy was in her apartment but that’s all I remember…”
    Adele felt guilty seeing her granddaughter clearly distressed, but she told herself it was for Ally’s benefit not to remember just yet. She sat down at the table with Ally and put her hand on her arm. “You are obviously exhausted honey. Don’t worry too much about it.”
    “Hmm…maybe,” she shook her head lightly trying to clear the fog. It was like the memories were there but she couldn’t access them. How strange she thought.
    “It’s just a sign you’re getting old and senile,” Adele joked.
    Ally looked at her over the cup of coffee in her hands and glared. “Gee thanks Grandma.”
    “Have I ever told you I don’t know what I would do without you Ally?” Adele said abruptly solemn.
    “Is everything alright, Gran?” Ally looked at her and thought she caught a flicker of something in her eyes. It was so quick that if she had blinked, it would have been missed.
    Adele started fluttering about, trying to play it down. “Everything is fine sweetie I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me and that I would be lost without you.”
    Ally smiled warmly at her and got up, walked over and gave her a hug. Adele stood up and returned the hug.
    In truth it went both ways. Alessandra needed Adele and Adele needed Alessandra. They had been the only ones left after the dearly departed had gone. They had relied on each other to get through a very difficult time and had become quite the successful duo in many aspects. Life would have been a lot harder if they hadn’t had each other during the last five years. There had been tears, love and laughter, sometimes all at once. Grief was such a strange thing. Sometimes she wanted to cry her eyes out, other times she was as angry as hell and sometimes she wanted to laugh hysterically at the situation. Ally had seriously considered she was going crazy till she saw her grandmother acting the same way.
    Adele decided to change the subject before she confessed, out of guilt, to removing Ally’s memories, “You are coming to the masquerade ball tonight aren’t you?”
    Ally cocked her head to the side and laughed. “It’s a bit hard not to, when it’s being held in the house.”
    Adele shook her head and smiled, “So I will take that as a yes then?”
    “Yes, I will be there.”
    “Good. There is someone I want you to meet.” Adele moved back to the table and sat down.
    “Who?” Ally asked curiously.
    “You met him once.” Adele said as she looked at her granddaughter with a wicked twinkle in her eye.
    Alessandra’s breath arrested in her chest as her mind whispered his name. Could it be James? She wondered with a hope that bordered on desperation.
    Adele couldn’t hide the wide smile that crept over her face as she delivered the news. “James Carlisle.”
    Ally froze in part fear part excitement. The man she had been dreaming of for five years was coming to the masquerade ball tonight.
    “I think I remember him. He was here the morning that…well that morning.” Ally tried to play