Kindred Spirits by Phoebe Rivers Read Free Book Online

shrugged as if he knew better.
    That shrug made me angry. Did he not believe what Lady Azura could do? “That’s the truth,” I insisted.
    â€œCan you actually prove it?” he countered.
    Of course I could prove it. I wasn’t going to, though. “Not exactly. Lady Azura could.”
    â€œShe’s silly,” he scoffed. “Supernatural stuff is silly.”
    â€œYou are so wrong. Let’s go to Sara’s house, and you can talk to Lady Azura. They live together, you know,” Lily said.
    â€œReally?”
    â€œShe’s my great-grandmother,” I said proudly. “We can go now. Do you want to meet her? She’s pretty awesome, and—”
    â€œNo, thanks.” He scowled at me.
    Lily sensed the tension. “Guess what? Midnight Manor is reopening in a couple of days. My cousin David, who works there, says it’s going to be twelve times spookier!”
    â€œIs it still in the same spot on the boardwalk?” Mason asked. Even though he didn’t live in Stellamar, everyone in the surrounding towns visited our boardwalk. We were the only one for miles with rides, arcades, and a haunted house.
    â€œExact same spot. They totally updated the haunted house. I’m going on opening day. Do you want to come with me and Sara?”
    â€œSure,” Mason said.
    Did he really mean that? I wondered. He definitely didn’t like me. Maybe he liked Lily?
    â€œIt’s a plan.” Lily handed him her cell phone. “Type in your number.” She nudged me. “We’ll give you our numbers too.”
    Mason pulled his phone from the pocket of his baggy shorts and started to hand it to Lily. She crouched down to tie her shoelace, and Mason had no choice but to offer it to me.
    Our pinkies brushed each other.
    At that exact moment, the lights flickered throughout the house.
    â€œDave? Dave, where are the flashlights?” Lily’s mom cried. “We’re about to lose power.”
    The lights stayed on. The rain drummed against the gutters.
    I inspected my hand. Had I done something to cause that? The familiar feverish feeling heated up my body.
    We passed around phones and then stood uncomfortably. Mason looked as pained as I felt.
    â€œKids, come over and have some cookies and talk to us,” Mrs. Randazzo called.
    I tried to think of an excuse to leave, as we all moved toward the coffee table.
    Then it happened.
    Mrs. Meyer’s tall glass, recently refilled to the brim with the sun-darkened iced tea, tipped over. The darkliquid soaked her white pants and dripped onto her gold sandals.
    Everyone jumped up. Mrs. Randazzo raced to grab a dish towel. Mrs. Meyer acted like the embarrassing splotches staining the thighs of her pants weren’t a big deal. It didn’t take long for the Meyers to make excuses, gather their kids, and say their friendly good-byes.
    The rain stopped as the Randazzo family stood in the front yard with Buddy and waved at the Meyers’ retreating car. I stayed inside and gazed around the family room. The sun peeked through the large window.
    Something wasn’t right.
    That glass hadn’t spilled on its own. And that ball hadn’t changed direction by itself.
    There was a spirit here, somewhere. I was sure of it.
    But why couldn’t I see who it was?

Chapter 6
    â€œWow, Sara, I never realized you were such a slob! You find out new things about your best friend every day, I guess!” Lily exclaimed on Thursday afternoon.
    â€œI’m not a slob,” I said lamely. That was hard to believe. First the kitchen and now my crafts room. “Things got . . . out of control.”
    Actually, Eleanor and Dwight were the ones out of control.
    The extra room on the third floor that Dad had painted yellow and made into my special place to create was usually so neat and organized. But not with our new house guests poking around all afternoon. Now pom-poms, sequins, foam pieces, and beads