Read Online Mystically Bound (Frostbite, Book Three) by Stacey Kennedy - Free Book Online

trust what he’s telling you now. I have no doubt
that the reason Alexander wanted to meet you is because he knew
about Nettie.” She sighed, and it sounded tinged with annoyance. “I
suspect he wanted to teach you what he knew of her.”
    The darkness in her features indicated that
Alexander would’ve let me see the diary in its entirety. He
wouldn’t have played the ridiculous games Wayde did. But the tight
set of her mouth told me to only trust Wayde so far. He might tell
me pieces of the truth to ensure I helped him, but he didn’t tell
me the full truth. “Fair enough.”
    Drawing in a long breath, I glanced at my lap
to read the book, but then felt cornered. Wayde stared into my face
and he crowded my space. I raised my head, glaring at him. “I won’t
read farther, but can you back off and give me some damn space to
breathe?”
    Wayde’s challenging stare lasted a few good
few seconds, then he lowered his hand, stood and took a step back.
I didn’t doubt for a second if I flipped a page, he’d full-out
attack me to get the book out of my hands.
    I rolled my eyes at the idiot and looked down
at the page.
    October 4, 1920
    Tonight, I proved my theory right. The
elevated tingle across my flesh before I enter sleep is my soul
touching the veil. I allowed the connection to overtake me and
chose to travel into the Netherworld. When I awakened, I found an
odd place, filled with so much mystery, yet I oddly felt as if I’d
come home. There, I made contact with an older gentleman, Tavish,
who welcomed me and we chatted a while about his life in Scotland.
He didn’t request help from me and I never offered, but it did seem
he enjoyed the time with me.
    On a snort, I stopped reading and glanced up
at Wayde. “Again, I don’t see how knowing about a tingle is going
to help me.”
    He frowned. “Keep reading.”
    I did.
    Once Tavish left me there alone, I realized
the sensation I’d experienced—the empty, odd, icy darkness had been
that place. A veil of nothing, no way forward and no way out, home
to lost ghosts. In an odd way, I feel as if I belong there more
than I do in the world I’m in now.
    On a deep swallow, I leaned back in the couch
and exhaled deeply as those words seemed to coincide with what
Wayde had said. Did I honestly belong there, too? Was that what he
meant? Had I shut my eyes and no longer looked at the world around
me, because in truth, I didn’t belong in this world anymore? Could
it be possible if I’d been more aware, I would’ve known it?
    At that moment, I realized how easy it’d been
to tap into the Netherworld. It was as much a part of me as the
blood running through my veins. It’d always been there, ever since
the near-drowning in the lake. An ingrained part of me that once
found, answered the remainder of my questions.
    While I could relate to the questions she
had, since I had a thousand of my own, I doubted her reasoning to
find answers was that her ghost lover needed rescuing. But I
surmised the sensation she spoke of was what Wayde mentioned and
Gretchen confirmed. Could it be possible? Was my eerie sensation
around ghosts actually the feeling of the Netherworld?
    There is where I found my peace, but soon, I
came to discover my choice to remain didn’t belong to me. My
presence lasted only a short time. Now I assume it has something to
do with sleep patterns, since I awoke and remembered my time there.
Let this be said, I will journey there again, and as often as I
can, until I understand why I’m so connected to a place that is
meant for no one to belong.
    I exhaled the breath I hadn’t known I held
and looked at Gretchen. “Says here, Nettie knew she belonged in the
Netherworld and yes, it explains the sensation I feel well enough.”
Then, to Wayde I said, “But it doesn’t say how I’ll get there.”
    Gretchen gasped, dragging my focus to her,
and her hands were over her mouth, eyes wide. Locked in her knowing
stare, understanding simmered right through me in an