Whisper by Sarah Vistica Read Free Book Online

a book I found called History of Woodenbury, it stated he composed a single lyrical piece. Livia already told me nothing further would peak my interest.
    At night I continued to hear the music flowing into my room. Every night at sunset the same older boy sat watching the sun. One night I watched to see if he lingered. I had fallen asleep watching him. I woke up with a crick in my neck the rock was void of the boy I had seen.
    Last night I watched the rock from my bedroom. I saw him walk out of the woods sit on the rock, staring out at the mountains. Who is he? Bethanne and Livia insisted on turning down my sheets, when they came I wanted to show them I have been sane this entire time.
    “Come here, do you see that boy sitting out by the rock?”
    Both maids make their way over. I only looked away for a second. Bethanne and Livia gazed out the window. He was gone again. I am intrigued by a shadow, disappearing whenever I want to show someone he is there.
    “Again miss, nobody is there. Avaya are you feeling all right?” Bethanne tried to force herself to speak without her accent, with little success.
    “Yes. I saw him come out of the woods.”
    “Perhaps it is a neighbor.” Bethanne suggested.
    It couldn’t be. The neighbors are separated by miles. Vandersen manor is set back even farther from other homes on their own street practically. A person would get lost in those woods trying to find their way through the trees and brush in the dark.
    “Maybe that is true.” I say defeated.
    “Try to get some rest miss.” Bethanne and Livia leave together.
    I lay staring at the two carved angels. Luken has entered into the realm of a historical figure caught up in my life. His handsome face haunts my heart. Those blue eyes piercing into my core, he lingered in my sights until my eyes refused to remain open.
    Soft piano music plays in a far off place. My vision becoming clearer I want to listen deeper, the music swarms. My eyes become unbearably too heavy to keep open, I can’t fight it. The soft music grows faint as I drift into sleep.

     
    NINE
    Secret Garden
    It had been a week since I first arrived here. I hadn’t seen Nate in a few days. Maybe he forgot about our plans to go for a walk together. Something about him didn’t add up for me. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. “Go away.” The echo of a seething voice pierced my ears.
    Silence filled the room. I sat in the library again trying to mull over any information I might be able to find about Luken Vandersen. The doors opened, nervous, I quietly moved to hide behind a row of shelved books.
    Miss Brantshire’s dark gray hair pulled back in her twisted bun stood with her back to me. Slowing my breathing, I remained absolutely silent. “You were supposed to keep him occupied.” She reprimanded.
    “I can’t control him. I tried and failed. Besides he is too interested in Avaya.” It was Celia. “Besides Nate will do his own damage.” Celia added.
    A loud whack cracked through the room. Celia held her cheek. “Watch your tongue. I have seen her around, if she finds Nate we are in a world of trouble.”
    Celia wore a bright blue dress hemmed to her mid-thigh with one sleeve. “What about the girl?”
    Miss Brantshire starts to move away from my hiding place saying, “I have been watching her, she is not aware of anything. For now she is not an issue.”
    I waited until they took their conversation away from the library.
    When the coast was clear I ran. I went down the hall of the first floor. A side door led outside to fresh air. I ran until I reached the garden in the back corner of the property. Bumping into darkness I fell to the ground.
    A boy stood before me. Luken, no this was not him. “Avaya is that you?” He asked politely holding out his hand to help me to my feet. “Hi.” I say shyly. Nate stood before me. “You should not be out here alone at night.” I stared back at the mansion.
    On the second floor a girl wearing a white dress with