Read Online A Spell Of Trouble (Silver Hollow Paranormal Cozy Mystery Series Book 1) by Leighann Dobbs, Traci Douglass - Free Book Online
Authors: Leighann Dobbs, Traci Douglass
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avocado-and-orange afghan strewn across the arm on the other.
Behind the living room was the kitchen. Issy wondered if Lou had purchased the old-fashioned Formica table when she had originally moved in. The kitchen was bare of clutter. Mushroom-decor canisters sat on the tile countertops. The white cabinets were scrubbed clean. But Issy didn’t have time to admire the décor—she needed to get the camera, and she was pretty sure it wouldn’t be in the kitchen.
Brimstone and Bella turned toward the hallway, elbowing each other out of the way, juggling for dominance. They stopped in front of one of the rooms. Bella gave a soft bark then looked at Issy with eager brown eyes. Issy thought she registered the niggle of a telepathic thought from the dog, instructing her to search in that room. Pride swelled in her chest—Bella really was coming along with her abilities.
Brimstone looked back and forth between Bella and Issy, the charcoal fur between his eyes wrinkling. “Well, of course she would keep the camera in here. It’s an office.”
Louella’s office was as neat as the rest of the house. A large gray metal teacher’s desk that Issy assumed she must’ve gotten from one of the school auctions sat in the middle of the room. One wall held bookshelves that appeared to be filled with books on various nature subjects. Trees, birds, reptiles. Who knew Louella was such a nature lover?
Issy got right to work. She didn’t have time to dawdle. She couldn’t tell if the police had already been here, but she hurried over to the desk, searching the inbox on the top and then opening the side drawers. She didn’t find the camera.
She opened the middle drawer, and her heart turned to ice. Sitting inside was an object that she was very familiar with. It was an athame, a ritual knife used for magic.
She curled her hand around the cold, smooth obsidian handle. The double-edged blade glinted in the sunlight that dappled through the side window as she pulled it out for a closer look. A bloodred garnet stone winked from its place on the end of the hilt. On the side of the blade was etched a symbol—a shamrock. The knife was unique, possibly one-of-a-kind. She knew of only one person that had a knife like that—Gray.
Why would Gray’s knife be in Louella’s drawer?
Did he have some kind of connection with Louella that she didn’t know about? Was that why he’d been acting secretive about the full-moon ritual?
“ Hiss! ” Brimstone leaped down from the top of the desk where he’d been sitting and ran out into the hallway just as the scuffle of footsteps came from the direction of the front door.
Someone was here!
Issy scooped Bella up in her arms and ran for the back door, opening it quietly and spilling out onto the back steps just as she heard the front door open.
Brimstone was nowhere to be seen. Issy ran for the woods. When she reached the safety of the tree line, she ducked behind a thick oak and put Bella down.
Brimstone sauntered out from behind another tree. “You got out of there just in time.”
“Yeah, thanks for the warning.”
The cat sat on his haunches, his fur looking more black than grey in the shadows of the trees. “Hey, I can’t do everything. I was trying to let your fabulous familiar here warn you.”
Issy peeked out from behind the tree to see the sheriff’s car in Louella’s driveway. Owen was in Louella’s house, probably looking for the camera.
Well, at least she’d gotten the knife. She slipped it in her pocket, turned, and walked smack-dab into Dexter Nolan.
9
“ O h ! I’m sor—” Issy raised her eyes slowly, her gaze traveling over his muscular chest, up his long, tanned throat, to meet Dex Nolan’s curious hazel eyes. Although, in the sunlight, she could definitely see more moss green than gold in their depths.
Wait. What?
The last thing she should be thinking about right now was the color of this man’s eyes.
He was the enemy, after all. The rumors about the FBPI
Behind the living room was the kitchen. Issy wondered if Lou had purchased the old-fashioned Formica table when she had originally moved in. The kitchen was bare of clutter. Mushroom-decor canisters sat on the tile countertops. The white cabinets were scrubbed clean. But Issy didn’t have time to admire the décor—she needed to get the camera, and she was pretty sure it wouldn’t be in the kitchen.
Brimstone and Bella turned toward the hallway, elbowing each other out of the way, juggling for dominance. They stopped in front of one of the rooms. Bella gave a soft bark then looked at Issy with eager brown eyes. Issy thought she registered the niggle of a telepathic thought from the dog, instructing her to search in that room. Pride swelled in her chest—Bella really was coming along with her abilities.
Brimstone looked back and forth between Bella and Issy, the charcoal fur between his eyes wrinkling. “Well, of course she would keep the camera in here. It’s an office.”
Louella’s office was as neat as the rest of the house. A large gray metal teacher’s desk that Issy assumed she must’ve gotten from one of the school auctions sat in the middle of the room. One wall held bookshelves that appeared to be filled with books on various nature subjects. Trees, birds, reptiles. Who knew Louella was such a nature lover?
Issy got right to work. She didn’t have time to dawdle. She couldn’t tell if the police had already been here, but she hurried over to the desk, searching the inbox on the top and then opening the side drawers. She didn’t find the camera.
She opened the middle drawer, and her heart turned to ice. Sitting inside was an object that she was very familiar with. It was an athame, a ritual knife used for magic.
She curled her hand around the cold, smooth obsidian handle. The double-edged blade glinted in the sunlight that dappled through the side window as she pulled it out for a closer look. A bloodred garnet stone winked from its place on the end of the hilt. On the side of the blade was etched a symbol—a shamrock. The knife was unique, possibly one-of-a-kind. She knew of only one person that had a knife like that—Gray.
Why would Gray’s knife be in Louella’s drawer?
Did he have some kind of connection with Louella that she didn’t know about? Was that why he’d been acting secretive about the full-moon ritual?
“ Hiss! ” Brimstone leaped down from the top of the desk where he’d been sitting and ran out into the hallway just as the scuffle of footsteps came from the direction of the front door.
Someone was here!
Issy scooped Bella up in her arms and ran for the back door, opening it quietly and spilling out onto the back steps just as she heard the front door open.
Brimstone was nowhere to be seen. Issy ran for the woods. When she reached the safety of the tree line, she ducked behind a thick oak and put Bella down.
Brimstone sauntered out from behind another tree. “You got out of there just in time.”
“Yeah, thanks for the warning.”
The cat sat on his haunches, his fur looking more black than grey in the shadows of the trees. “Hey, I can’t do everything. I was trying to let your fabulous familiar here warn you.”
Issy peeked out from behind the tree to see the sheriff’s car in Louella’s driveway. Owen was in Louella’s house, probably looking for the camera.
Well, at least she’d gotten the knife. She slipped it in her pocket, turned, and walked smack-dab into Dexter Nolan.
9
“ O h ! I’m sor—” Issy raised her eyes slowly, her gaze traveling over his muscular chest, up his long, tanned throat, to meet Dex Nolan’s curious hazel eyes. Although, in the sunlight, she could definitely see more moss green than gold in their depths.
Wait. What?
The last thing she should be thinking about right now was the color of this man’s eyes.
He was the enemy, after all. The rumors about the FBPI
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