Page 112 of Wildewood
Behind them, Maeve gave a whoop of delight and Patricia shushed her, but right now neither Nick nor Alex cared.
They were together, and finally, with the wood safe and quiet, Wildewood Hall could be a home.
Three days later, Gabe, Daphne and the rest ofThe Ghost Patrolteam turned up, ready to investigate in spite of every protest Alex had thrown at them. But to be honest, she was never so happy to see them, and to prove, once and for all, that there was nothing supernatural about her new home.
Even if that was not entirely true.
Nothing supernaturalanymore, perhaps. Not the house anyway.
Or at least nothing evil. There were still moments, whispers and breeze. It was an old house of course, and it carried so many memories. Alex knew that. But there was no malice now. Just echoes. Beyond the house, however, the woods were as alive as ever. Perhaps more so.
Daphne gazed at the line of trees, a curious expression on her face. Longing and suspicion and…something else, something like need.
‘What about the trees?’ she asked. ‘They’re…they’re…’ She didn’t finish. She didn’t seem able to find the words. Her eyes shone with excitement.
‘Yeah,’ Alex murmured, then thought better of agreeing with any adventures her friend had in mind. ‘You can do what you want in the house but maybe stay out of the woods.’
Gabe instantly got that light in his eyes and she knew it was going to take another miracle to get him to stay away.
Nick kissed her neck, completely distracting her from the argument she was about to launch into.
‘Don’t worry,’ he murmured in her ear. ‘I’ll keep them safe. Let them have their fun. We all need the odd mystery in our lives, don’t we?’
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