Secret Of The Rose (Legacy Of Magick Series, Book 2) Read Online Free

warmth and affection. Those blue eyes weren’t confused or malevolent. Whoever she was, I had a hunch this older lady was harmless, and sharp as a tack. Aw, the hell with it. I followed my gut hunch, walked over, and knelt down beside her.
    “Since you know who I am, why don’t you tell me your name?” I asked.
    “You can call me Ro.” She tucked a long strand of gray hair under her hat, then kept right on pruning.
    I watched her chuck a stem over her shoulder and towards the bucket at her side. Two points. I settled in and prepared to be entertained. “Hello Ro. It’s nice to meet you.”
    “We’ve met before.” Another stem dropped into the bucket. “I used to change your diapers, young lady.” She seemed to be chastising me.
    “Oh,” I smiled at her tone, “close friend of the family, are you?”
    Ro pushed her silly straw hat back, revealing shiny silver hair and looked me square in the eye. “You need to study the family tree girl. Discover your roots.”
    Her comment wiped away my smile. I was starting to get a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.
    “So you’re settling in now. Embracing your power and stretching your wings a bit.” She neatly cut a long stemmed purple rose from a bush and set it at the base of a statue of the goddess Diana. “It’s been hard waiting for you to notice me.”
    Notice her? “I don’t understand.” I felt the hair rise up on the back of my neck.
    “Just remember, my girl— I’ll be right here if you need any help.”
    “Okay. That’s good to...” I sputtered to a halt as Ro began to fade away.
    “Shit!” I squeaked. Another freaking ghost! I scrambled up and backed up from the apparition a few feet. The scent of roses hit me, intense and sweet, and I froze.
    “You can always find me by the roses.” Ro’s voice was still strong, even as her image became transparent. The aroma of roses in the air faded. I blinked— and she was gone.
    A breeze came through and a few bright orange maple leaves tumbled down to land between where I stood and the now empty area of the rose garden. I walked carefully forward to double check and discovered the purple colored rose that Ro had cut was still lying neatly at the base of the goddess statue. My mind raced as I stood in the October sunlight, and trembled.
    Was that rose real or not? Quickly, before I could change my mind, I bent over and tried to grab the flower. “Ouch!” I swore as I pricked my thumb on the thorns. The flower was definitely real. I lifted it up to study it carefully. “How could a ghost have affected physical reality like that?” I said to myself.
    It was a damn good thing I had enjoyed the last couple of weeks of almost-normalcy. Because apparently those nice, average days were over for the time being. I walked back to the manor, shoulders slumped, and I resisted the urge to look back. I made it without incident. Once I was safely back in my own room, I sat the rose on my nightstand, grabbed a notebook and tried to write down everything I could recall about what I had experienced. Gwen had suggested journaling as a part of my magickal studies, and this seemed like the perfect time to begin.
    When I’d seen and communicated with David Quinn’s ghost last month, I had dearly hoped that it had been an isolated incident. My cousin, Bran, had even commented about me having mediumship skills. I had sincerely hoped he was wrong, but now I had to wonder. I began to doodle on my notepad, reflecting on my latest ghostly encounter.
    Yes, I was a Seer or clairvoyant— and had what they used to call in the old days “The Sight.” I’d hidden or pushed aside my ability as best I could my whole life. Well, I had hidden it up until I moved here with my father’s family. Living with Witches granted me the freedom to let my abilities, both psychic and magick, all come out. But letting my powers out to play had allowed other talents I’d never even known about rise to the surface as well. And while these