TheHealers by Lynsie Buchanan Read Free Book Online

claimed to help people when they caused harm? Poor Lila. I knew what medication she was currently taking and I knew we were going to get her off of it. This was a side effect of the anti-depressant she was on. It created the harmful things she saw in her sleep and disturbed the part of her brain that was affected by it.
    My eyes locked with hers and I began, “You are going to get past this.” My hands gently reached out to touch hers. To the naked eye it appeared as though I offered her sympathy. And I was. But, I also offered an alternative to the unhealthy toxins that had been pushing through her blood. My hands started to feel the tingly buzz that came from breaking her body of the addiction. I felt when it left and sat back in the chair a bit more exhausted than before. I was still learning how this worked, but it seemed to wear my body out each time.
    I reached into a basket by my chair and pulled out a vial of lavender oil. I was hoping to talk before she realized what had happened.
    “This is a pure form of lavender oil. I want you to use this at night time to help your body start getting some rest. You can either put a few drops in a spray bottle with spring water and spray your pillow, or put a few drops on a tissue and place that on your pillow.” I glanced at her to see that she was soothed from our contact. There was a peacefulness that seemed to settle over her features.
    “I sprayed a little lavender in the room so that you would begin feeling its effects. It’s likely that you already feel a little calmer. Is it working?”
    Her eyes met mine again and her voice came out, “Yes.”
    Wonderful. I had taken it out. I had no idea how and the power scared me, but I was overcome with happiness at the good it had done for Lila. It’s incredible how the power to help others overrides the fear. In some ways, I was a little high from it. The endorphins that kicked into my body along with the exhaustion were almost drug like. It felt a little too good. Hopefully, it wasn’t addictive.
     
     
     
     

Chapter Nine
     
     
    My eyes abruptly opened and I suddenly became aware of the moisture that covered my body. Only panties were visible from the waist down and my chest was covered with a loose white camisole. A look at the clock on my night stand let me know it was the middle of the night. It appeared that I had struggled out of my pajamas while in a deep sleep. Fear began to grip my thoughts as I began to replay the serpent silently sliding over my duvet cover. It came closer to me in the bed. My legs wanted to move but I felt frozen. Was I numb with fear or anticipation?
    Slowly, my breath began to find its normal rhythm. It was just a nightmare. This wasn’t real. Although, I did take a quick peek around my room to make sure there weren’t any slithery friends.
    Just when my mind began to settle, a noise caused my heart to race again. It sounded like breaking glass. The shock of it slowed my responses, and it took me a moment to realize it came from the front of my house and not from my head. Somehow my head thought clearly enough to send a signal to my hand. The hand quickly found the safe under the bed. My hand was flat on the safe and depressing my fingers in the passcode as I heard a knock at the front door. There was no way I would open the door.
    The gun safe popped open and I grabbed the stainless steel weapon, otherwise known as my baby eagle, and my cell phone all in one motion. It also occurred to me that I felt a little cold since I lacked some of my clothes. Unfortunately, it wasn’t because someone had joined me in bed. I placed the cell phone on the bed, but I would not part with my gun. I managed to find my cotton pants tangled up with the white sheets toward the bottom of the bed. As I slid my legs through the pants, still gripping the gun, I heard another tap at my door and a muffled voice followed that. Shit! I would have to move closer to hear the muffled voice. Or was it a trick so the