Page 41 of My Blind Date is a Ghost

“I’m sure just having you in her life is gift enough,” Beckett says.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Dawson,” I say playfully.

“I mean it, though,” he says. “I’m sure getting to meet her ancestress is a great thrill for her.”

“That’s true,” I say, sipping my chocolate. “Everyone keeps telling me I need to write a book about my life back then.”

“You should!”

“Well, I can’t write a book by Christmas,” I say.

“What about Sabrina?”

“What about her?”

“Maybe you can, like, talk to her or something,” he says. “Find out why she’s hanging out at Beverly’s shop. Or just learn more things about her that Beverly never got to ask. I’m sure Beverly would treasure any message from her mother you could give her.”

“Hmm,” I think about that. I haven’t been able to really talk to any of the ghosts I’ve seen yet, but I think my ability to contact them is getting stronger. I’m seeing them more regularly and for longer periods. I guess I just need to keep trying, keep honing my powers. “You are really good at this gift giving thing.”

“Wait until you see your gift on Christmas morning before you tell me that,” he says.

We walk around a bit more, do some more shopping, and have a late lunch together before finally ambling our way back to The Book Coven.

“Well, judging by the smiles on your faces I think you must have had a nice time,” Beverly says, her hands on her hips and an “I told you so” grin on her face.

Beckett and I drop all my packages onto one of the couches and then take off our scarfs and coats.

“We two friends had a fine time,” I say.

“Friends…” Beverly grumbles under her breath along with a few other words I can’t make out. “I’m not going to let my great-great-great-great-grandmother be the person who shatters my perfect matchmaking record.”

“Ugh, don’t say it like that,” I say. “It makes me sound so very old.”

“We will have to tell everyone she’s your granddaughter if we plan to keep up this rouse,” Sophia says, looking a little drained.

“I have enough troublesome grandchildren as it is,” Beverly says.

Everyone’s voices start to fade out and I feel a little woozy. I move back and lean against the couch.

“Cora?” Beckett asks, touching my arm. “Are you all—”

His voice fades out as well and the room starts to spin. I’m bathed in a bright light. I remember that the light looked just like this just before I came back to life. Before I woke up in the woods.

“Help me!” I cry out, reaching for Beckett. “Don’t let them take me!”

CHAPTER 18

I hear yelling and running, but the light envelops me, and I feel like I’m being lifted up, pulled away. I hold on tightly to Beckett, but I feel his hands slipping from my grasp.

“Don’t let go!” I hear him yell.

“Help me!” I scream.

The light parts and I see Jacob standing there, holding the light back like Moses parting the red sea.

“I can’t hold it!” Jacob yells. “Grab her!”

Sophia and Beverly grab onto me, and along with Beckett, they pull me out of the light. I collapse to the ground. Beverly holds her hands out toward me, moving one of them in a circle as she closes her eyes and begins to chant.

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