Jazz Funeral (Revenant Files Book 3) by D'Artagnan Rey & Michael Anderle

Author:D'Artagnan Rey & Michael Anderle [Rey, D'Artagnan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2021-11-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

“Oh, my Lord, this place is a wreck!” Castecka fumed as they wandered into the shack.

Marco looked around with a grimace. “Yeah, yeah, it could use some spit shining.” He looked at her. “You got any secret rooms or anything around here? Someplace the Axman could have hidden my sister?”

The ghost witch frowned as she stared at piles of wax on a cracked table and long-dried bloodstains. “Oh, sure. A few. There’s one over there by the grandfather clo—” She stopped when she saw it torn down. “I guess that one is not so secret.”

“It is not,” Aiyana replied as she ascended the stairs. “She is not there. Moreover, I cannot sense her here.”

“Dammit!” Marco growled and swung his bat into the kitchen counter. “Sorry. I can pay for that.”

Castecka waved him off. “It’s not like I’ll stay here now anyway. Besides, you might not be able to feel her presence because it is blocked and I know what might be doing it.” She floated to the master bedroom and stood in front of one of the mirrors, although it didn’t reflect her form. “My meditation room is where I would usually practice my sigils and something like a phantasma dampener is easy to maintain, especially if you use some stygian candles to keep it going.”

She felt around the edges of the mirror and clicked two buttons. It slid away and revealed another passage into the basement.

The group wandered in and hurried through the dark passage until they saw a dim light at the other end that suggested the flickering of candles. They entered a mostly barren room with numerous sigils and a few pillows here and there. At the edge of the room next to a furnace, a young woman slept on the floor.

“Annie!” Marco shouted and ran to her with Valerie.

“Huh?” she muttered and stirred in her sleep. “Marco? Marco!” She gasped when her brother embraced her. “You’re here. I can’t believe it!”

“Believe it, sis,” he reassured her as Valerie took a knife out and began to cut the ropes binding her. “You aren’t hurt, are you?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m all right. I’m all right now.”

Castecka looked at them with a slight smile. “Thank you,” the shaman said softly.

The ghost shrugged as she took a drag from her holder. “I didn’t exactly expect a happy ending when I came but it is quite nice.” She tilted her head as she stared at the wall. “What’s this?” she asked as she floated closer.

Aiyana followed her and frowned at a large series of sigils in the wall. “It’s not one of your projects?”

The witch shook her head. “Not at all. From the looks of this, it appears to be an advanced form of necromancy. I’ve dabbled in it, of course, but this seems to be an attempt to give a ghost a corporeal body.”

“The Axman is attempting to resurrect himself,” Aiyana explained. “This could have been one of his methods.”

“A very foolish one,” Castecka noted snidely. “This would simply allow a ghost to have a more human form, not an actual one.

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