Protecting His Windflower (A Spirit Hunters Series Novel Book 1) by Temperance Dawn (best black authors .txt) 📕

“What is all of this stuff?” Lexi asked. She waved her hands around and turned in a circle, taking in all of the room.

Trey pulled a box off of a wood pallet in the center of the room and opened it. On it sat a bouquet of dried, purple flowers that looked like they had been left recently. And a sealed white envelope.

“Trey, can I see those flowers?” Emily asked, pointing to the bouquet. Trey handed them to her. Emily turned to Liam.

“What is it, baby?”

“When we were at your parent’s house, your mom said I reminded her of an Anemone.”

“A windflower,” Liam clarified. “These are windflowers.”

“They are. I looked them up when we got back home. I recognized them.”

“Windflowers, particularly ones that are purple, are traditionally given to people for protection against evil spirits,” Luke announced. “I remember reading it a long time ago in some book about symbolism.”

Liam grazed the wilted petals with his fingertips. “Before we left for that last investigation out of town, before you moved in Emily, Phil sent me a message saying he would stop by to grab something from here. I completely forgot about that. He must have left these.”

“Do you think he knew who you two were?” Luke asked.

“I don’t know for sure. But my gut is saying yes,” Liam answered. “Now that I think about it. The last time I talked to him on the phone, he sounded thrilled. I’d never heard him sound that happy before. He was so glad you were moving in, Emily.”

Liam pulled the lid off of the box that the flowers had sat on and started looking through the papers inside. “Phil placed the bouquet and that envelope on this box. He wanted us to find this and open it first.” Trey and Luke joined him in looking through the box.

Trey handed the sealed envelope to Liam. It was addressed to both him and Emily.

“What does it say?” Emily asked.

Liam read it out loud.

Liam and Emily,

If you’re reading this, then I am most likely dead. Don’t be sad. It was my time. I’ve lived long enough and held on to all of these secrets for as long as I could. It’s time the truth finally be known.

I was given the responsibility of guarding this house and its secrets when my father died. The seer who my father met with after Banks’ death came to me as a young boy and placed a spell upon me. One that would keep me alive. I was to live for as long as it took until the two of you found each other. Until the strings of the universe that each of you holds came together and bound with one another again. The moment I met you, Liam, I knew who you were. I, like my father before me, have guarded this secret for a long time. When Emily contacted me about the apartment, I saw her picture, and I knew that Abigail was coming home.

Everyone gasped. Emily clasped her hands to her mouth, tears welled in her eyes. Liam pulled her close, and Lexi went to her other side, comforting her friend. Liam handed the handwritten letter to Trey, and he continued.

Liam, I’m sure in your line of work you have developed some good instincts. Trust them. They will keep you safe and continue to lead you to the truth. Emily, I never formally met you in this life, but I want you to know that Liam and his friends can and should be trusted. They won’t let any harm come to you. I’ve lived my life haunted by the dark spirit, and I assume he has been haunting you two as well in some way. He is dark, and he is evil. Trust your instincts and end him.

My father started a journal of what he witnessed and kept documentation of everything. I’ve continued to collect and keep documents over the years in hopes that one day they would help in any way. That’s why this room has always been sealed off. These walls have held the secrets for over a century. They have confined the evil in this house to this one room.

Read the journals, take them, and use them. End this and finally live together as you should have been able to do before. I’m only sorry that I can’t be with you to see it.

Good Luck

-Phillip Randall

“Holy shit!” Luke said while running his hand over his face. “Phillip is Charles’ son! Not his great-grandson!”

“My God,” Liam stated.

Everyone stood stock-still. Liam looked down at Emily, her face wet from tears.  “It’s okay, baby.”

“I can’t believe this. I mean, I do believe it. It’s happening. But knowing that someone I never even had a chance to meet knew all along what happened and what would happen is…surreal.”

Lexi walked over to the box and picked up a book from inside. “It’s a journal. It looks like it belonged to Charles.”

Trey knelt next to her. “Sure is. There’s a lot here, Liam. It could take days to go through all of this stuff. What do you want to do?”

Liam thought for a minute, then looked at his two best friends. “I’d like to go through all of this. But, the reality is we already have a lot of information, and Em and I can’t live like this anymore. We want to move on with our lives. We can’t do that with some asshole spirit lurking over us. Lexi, how do you feel about combing through some of this stuff while we get started?”

“Absolutely. I’ll help in any way I can. Em, you want to help me?”

“Yes, of course.”

“We are ending this now.” Liam looked at his friends as he spoke. “But we are going to need help,”

Twenty-Six

“I

’m calling Dave. If anyone can help us, it’s him.” Trey told everyone while pulling his phone out of his back pocket.

“Who’s Dave?” Emily asked as she turned to Liam.

“He’s a friend of ours. He’s a