Saved by the Spell (Anna Wolfe Series, Book #2) by Casey Keen Read Free Book Online Page A

unwavering.
    “Yeah Kristy, I really don’t see what the problem is. She’s your best friend for crying out loud!”
    “Don’t you think I know that?! I love Anna and would do anything to save her, but if I acknowledge just one of the spirits, within hours I could be bombarded with thousands of lost souls begging for my help,” she answers, shifting uncomfortably. “I’ll turn into the Crazy Lady of Savannah overnight!”
    Janie’s expression reveals little sympathy. “Kristy, here’s how I see it. We can sit around, wasting time, hoping Anna isn’t being tortured or doing things against her will, or you can talk to a ghost or two, maybe find out where she is or how we can get into that world.”
    “I wouldn’t even know where to begin or what ghost to talk to, for that matter.”
    Janie places her hand over hers. “We’re here to help. Maybe we can take a stroll in town or to Bonaventure Cemetery tomorrow. With any luck, we might find ourselves a suitable ghost.”
    Martello snickers, furrowing his brows. “A suitable ghost? Woman, an’ what exactly do a suitable ghost look like? Do’s they wear a suit an d tie? Maybes a church dress?” he chuckles.
    “I don’t know, maybe it’s someone who looks like they’ve been on an otherworldly plane for a while. They may be able to point us in the right direction, or tell us who we can speak to.”
    Kristy shakes her head, clearly not appreciating Janie and Martello’s bizarre suggestions. “Fine, but when this all blows up in our faces, you’re going to help me,” Kristy demands with an annoyed undertone.
    The sound of the front door opening prompts Janie, Martello and Kristy to stop mid-discussion. In a flash, Roman and Valen are strutting through the kitchen flawlessly as ever. Janie sinks further into her seat, embarrassed by their good looks. Valen rakes his disorderly dark hair away from his forehead, exposing the icy blue lakes of his irises. Roman studies the crowd before him, immediately aware something isn’t right.
    “What did we miss?”
    Martello clears his throat. “Girlfriend here,” he says, pointing to Kristy, “is gonna help us find Anna, or at least someone or somethin’ who can help.”
    Roman cocks his eyebrow, intrigued. “And how is she going to do that?” he asks, crossing his thick arms in front of his burly chest.
    “She can see ghosts,” Janie interjects.
    Roman and Valen look at one another, clearly surprised by this revelation. “You can see ghosts?” Valen inquires.
    Kristy nods her head.
    “An’ as you can tell, girlfriend ain’t too happy ‘bout it,” Martello teases.
    Roman paces, stroking his chin with expectation. “This is a good starting point. Kristy, please explain your gift to me further,” Roman commands.
    Kristy grumbles. “Gift? This is not a gift,” she replies sarcastically. Roman shoots her an impatient look, causing her to clear her throat. “I can see ghosts… I could ever since I was a child. My gift ,” she snorts, “appeared after my father passed away. Maybe his death opened a door or something. I don’t know how it happened, but it sucks.”
    “How do you identify one?” Roman raises both eyebrows, tacitly encouraging her to elaborate.
    “Ghosts ripple, kind of like when you throw a rock into a lake. Their bodies are that of a normal person, but they are wrinkly. That’s how I know they’re ghosts—some of them are scary too,” she says, studying her hands. “Certain ones look like they were murdered or hurt in some way, while others look just like you and me.”
    Valen places his palms on the counter, gently leaning back on his arms. He hoists himself upward until he’s sitting on it. “Your curse might actually come in handy,” Valen smiles at her.
    A smirk tugs on her lips. “I don’t see how…”
    “I agree. Certain ghosts know what’s going on between the two worlds since they exist on both planes. These ghosts in particular possess an amazing ability. They