Dying to Celebrate by Lynn Cahoon

Author:Lynn Cahoon [Cahoon, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2018-02-12T15:14:14+00:00

Chapter 6

“Greg, come in here.” I stood at the doorway. I was starting to believe his story that someone was messing with us.

“I’m eating.” I could tell by the sound of his voice, he hadn’t even moved from his spot on the couch.

I stepped out of the library and back into the living room. “Please. Amy and Justin too. I need you all to see this.”

Greg sat the plate down on the side table and stood. “As you wish.”

Now I knew he was mad. He got that overly polite persona anytime he didn’t want to say what he really wanted to say. “You’re going to want to see this.”

“What now?” Justin hurried to the library doorway. “Did you find the key?”

Darla came out of the library with the box. “No key here. What is this?”

“It’s an ancient symbol of female servitude.” Amy passed Darla on the way to the library. “What’s going on in there?”

“I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.” Darla shrugged, looking at me.

When Greg and I joined Amy and Justin just inside the doorway, Amy turned to me, her eyes wide.

“What the heck is going on here?” Amy said, stepping closer to Justin and grabbing his hand. “How did the books all get put back?”

“Well, it wasn’t magic.” Greg glanced around the room. “Where’s Jake and Esmeralda?”

I took a step back and looked in the living room. Darla had set the box on the coffee table and was getting food. Matt was sitting alone on the couch, eating his chicken.

“Something I should see?” He held a drumstick out from just taking a bite.

“No, you’re fine. Have you seen Esmeralda or Jake?”

Matt pointed to the kitchen. “She went that way, but I haven’t seen him.”

I moved toward the kitchen, remembering the shiny clean version that had been in my dream. This one was aged and dusty and felt just a little sad. But there were no dream people or ghosts that I could see. Esmeralda wasn’t there either, but the door to the cellar was open. I crossed the room and started down the stairs, hoping to run into both of them on their way out. No such luck.

A bare bulb lighted my way down the wooden stairs into the main room. A damp, salty smell permeated the room and I felt a tickle on the back of my neck. Brushing away what I hoped was just nerves and not a spider, I made my way to the potions room. Creaking open the door, I saw Esmeralda studying a book with a dozen or so bottles on the table around her.

She looked up as I stepped into the room. “I feel like there’s something here we’re missing.”

“Have you seen Jake?” Esmeralda had obviously been down here for several minutes working on the spell or potion she was playing with. And there was no one here helping her. She couldn’t have gotten the books back on the shelves and ran down here in the time since I’d last seen her.

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