When Silver Moons Rise (Lost Immortals Saga #2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

and try not to squeeze my fist. Faris told me once that I was going to break the bones in my hand one day if I didn’t stop doing that. Angel-bloods are strong, even more so than we realize. So, I’m working on controlling my nervous habits. Plus, it makes me feel closer to Faris in some strange way when I think of his advice.
    “That was Mabry,” she finally says. “It’s Sarah Needlemeyer.” She glances from Father to Micah and then me. My body goes numb for a bit. The look on her face worries me. Sighing heavily, she passes her reader to Father.
    A host of emotions crosses his face as he goes through whatever images are on the reader. Sighing loudly, he hands the reader back to Nina, closes his eyes, and massages his temples.
    “Father. What is it? What’s happened to Mrs. Needlemeyer?” Micah asks, his voice laced with panic.
    “Sarah Needlemeyer was a good woman. She took care of my children long before I remarried. I…” Father’s voice trails off as emotion chokes out his words. “Tell me when you find who did this.” Nina nods and purses her lips.
    “I’d like to see what’s on the reader,” Micah says. “She was my nanny too. If something has happened to her, I want to know about it.”
    “Absolutely not,” Father barks, his strong voice startling all of us.
    “I’m not an invalid or a baby, Father,” Micah says, his chest heaving. The pity he gets from people makes him angry. It ticks me off a bit too. The doctors said he should recover the use of his legs within a few weeks. It has been almost three months, and he still hasn’t regained his ability to walk.
    Nina gives my brother one of her rare smiles. I can tell she likes him much better than she does me. “No worries, James. I think it’s best the children know what’s going on.” And on that note, she offers my brother a sympathetic look just before she stands and takes the reader over to him. Micah rolls his chair toward my seat and stops beside me.
    My heart thuds, and I feel like someone attached weights to my shoes. I inhale deeply. Micah places a hand on my arm, bracing for what we’re about to see. I stare into my brother’s green eyes that are so unlike my hazel-brown ones. He has deep red hair that shines so much brighter than my coppery strands mixed inside a dark, wavy mop of mess. I won’t even mention the two silver strands that frame either side of my forehead. No set of twins could ever look so different. Our souls are one and the same though.
    In the images on the screen, Mrs. Needlemeyer’s corpse lays in a contorted position. Her body almost looks like she fell and somehow twisted the top part of it around backward. Her lifeless gray skin reminds me of the way Muriel looked after Seth finished sucking the life out of her.
    Choking on sobs, I stand and open my mouth to scream. Silence. Desperately needing to be out of Nina’s presence, I head toward the stairway.
    “Leaving so soon, Chela?” Nina’s chilly voice causes me to turn around. “Don’t you even want to know how this happened?”
    Thunder booms set my heart aflutter even more, and a gust of wind rushes around the outside of our house. The lights blink on and off. I know what’s happening. The things going on around us at the moment are my doing, the first bit of power I’ve created in months. Slowly, I turn around. “Her eyes. They’re—they’re gone.”
    “Be calm, CC. Hold it inside.” Father walks over to where I’m standing and places his arms across my shoulders.
    “You wanted to see. Now you know,” Nina gives me an accusing look. Okay, so yeah, I already know some of this is my fault. She doesn’t have to make me feel like complete crap.
    “I didn’t think it would be something like this.” My voice breaks. Micah sits silently in his chair, his head lowered. He’s crushed by what we’ve seen.
    My brother always considered our nanny who was also our home school teacher the closest thing to a mother we’ve ever had. Like