Haunting Torment: A Tale of Desperation (Moragh's Ghost Book 1) by Maggie Tideswell

Author:Maggie Tideswell [Tideswell, Maggie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2024-02-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Heather prowled around her house. Bells tolled in her ears, accompanied by breathing that rose and fell. A wedding. Holly was marrying the new man in her life. No wonder the ladies had been avoiding her.

Even though she hadn’t met the man, he wasn’t the one worrying her. It was the breathing, indicating the presence of the one who could not rest.

She stared at the tarot spread on the table with but one question in her mind—where? Closing her eyes, she concentrated, a lock of Holly’s baby hair clutched in her hand.

A man’s face, indistinct and shifting, swam behind her lids—the man Holly was marrying. Comforting warmth seeped through her, and she sighed. Something, or someone, didn’t approve, but Holly would be all right with him. The bells receded before the breathing.

Betrayed. Traitor. Not the mother. Revenge.

What had Holly gotten herself into? Trouble was coming, and her sister was going to be in the middle of it.

Not the mother. Betrayed. Revenge. Traitor.

What did it mean? Who was the traitor? Surely not Holly. Did not the mother refer to Gwen and Holly’s situation the girls had told her about? Was getting married Holly’s revenge for Donald’s betrayal?

An image formed whenever Heather closed her eyes—indistinct yet rubbing her the wrong way. It looked like a bleeding crucifix. She concentrated hard, but it wouldn’t become any more focused.

She didn’t like it. It was pure evil.

All she could do until she got to the bottom of the violent images was to send her sister courage. None of this might have anything to do with Holly directly, but she would do what she could to make sure it didn’t impact her sister today.

Heather raised her arms above her head. “Let me help you, little one.” Nothing and no one was going to disrupt Holly’s wedding day.

When she flicked her wrists above her head, she felt the resistance. “Go!” she commanded, shaping the sign of the banishing pentacle in the air. Sparks followed her descending arms. She was unaware of it because her eyes were screwed tightly shut.

Then she clapped her palms together.

* * *

As if a switch had been thrown, silence filled the tiny church. The books stopped fluttering, and Holly’s veil dropped down over her face again. Joshua seemed determined to seal their vows with a kiss, and the reverend reinforced his determination when he repeated, “You may kiss your bride.”

She experienced a moment of déjà vu when Joshua flipped the veil back. This time, when he kissed her soundly on the mouth, the doors didn’t slam.

His lips were firm and hot, demanding and cajoling at the same time. Even though the kiss lasted only a few seconds, Holly’s knees threatened to buckle under her.

She was in deep trouble.

The next few minutes blurred in her mind. She remembered signing her name in the register, but when she looked down at the page, the ink had run, nearly obliterating her name.

Not his wife.

The hairs on her arms stood on end. Even when she was outside in the dappled sunshine again, the creepiness lingered.

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