Bone Dry: A Soul Shamans Novel (Volume 1) Read Online Free PDF

since…well, ever. My body begged for sleep, muscles tight, heart thumping. I’d bound myself to another shaman, banished a super powerful spirit and cast a protection spell all in an hour’s time. Luckily, that was all the magic I needed to do. The tea I was going to make for Kylie required no special incantations or magic. It had healing power all on its own. It might not bring back all the days the spirit took, but it would help her get back some of what she’d lost.
    When I found the kitchen, my stomach grumbled at the mere sight of shiny pots and pans hanging over a marble-topped island. This kitchen looked a lot different than our own, with its grungy laminated floors and 70’s-style cabinets. I snatched a cookie from a silver tray and boiled some water in a fancy kettle. Then, I took the steaming cup of sage tea upstairs where Kylie slept.
    Through our binding, I could feel Laura moving around the house, shaking bones and casting her own protection spell. The spirit had only been summoned into Kylie’s room as far as I could tell, but it was still a good plan. It never hurt to take extra precautions. I wasn’t sure Kylie would be able to survive another attack like the one today.
    I coaxed Kylie into drinking the tea, packed up the rest of my supplies and looked around her room. I was tempted to go through her stuff to search for a note or some sign of why she’d been targeted. She was down for the count, but I didn’t think she’d be happy if she woke up to catch me snooping.
    So, instead, I just took a cursory glance. When nothing jumped out at me, I moved down the hallway. I paused at several doors, peeked inside at the fancy furniture and oversized rooms and kept moving. Finally, I found the door I was looking for—her parents’ room.
    It was twice the size of Kylie’s room and—unlike the rest of the house—a disaster zone. The sparkling clean kitchen tile painted a completely different picture than the clothing and trash-littered floor of this room. I saw an open door leading into a bathroom in the far corner, but I didn’t know if I’d be able to get over there with the obstacle course in my way.
    I turned around and glanced at the other end of the hallway where Kylie was. Is this how her parents lived? It seemed weird to me, but I wasn’t going to pry. It was none of my business. I would get what I came here for—what was my business, spirit business—and leave.
    I crouched, opting to stay where I was. My eyes scanned the floor, looking for any sign of a deep carving, and I saw something a couple inches away from the window.
    I crept over to the far wall and peered down. It was a carving alright, but it wasn’t complete. It looked like someone had started drawing the summoning symbol and stopped halfway through. I glanced around the rest of the room but didn’t see another one like it, and I wasn’t about to go moving piles of clothing around.
    I wasn’t sure what it meant. Maybe the shaman had been interrupted. Maybe he’d decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. Maybe the funny smell had driven him away.
    Then, I noticed something behind the open bathroom door. I tiptoed my way through the mess and pulled the door away from the wall. A classic black safe. An open safe. I squatted and eyed the black hole, reached inside and felt around. My fingers grazed the cool walls of the safe but nothing else. Everything was gone. My arm hair curled around chill bumps. Summoning runes, a trashed bedroom and an open, empty safe. This spelled bad news no matter which way I looked at it.
    Through the binding, I felt Laura tug at me, wanting me to come outside. I was pretty much done here, although I felt like I had some sort of obligation to help Kylie even more. But there was nothing else I could do. I’d banished the spirit from the house and cancelled out the rune. Whoever had done this was probably long gone with whatever had been in the safe, and I certainly didn’t need to go head-to-head with a