Free Mystically Bound (Frostbite, Book Three) by Stacey Kennedy

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than the goose bump feeling I experienced with ghosts, and I had to
wonder if that’s what she meant. The more I thought of how I
received the gifts I did, the more I realized I didn’t care to
figure it out. If I needed to be open, feel everything I’d
refused to, keep my mind clear from my typical skepticism, then
that’s what I needed to do. If it brought me to Kipp, it didn’t
matter how I got into the Netherworld, only that I did.
    Truth be told, Wayde might think I held an
interest to know about my gifts, but he was entirely wrong. I
wanted Kipp. I needed, with a desperation piercing my heart, to see
him again. If I had to accept all this as blatant truth, then I
would.
    That simple.
    With the motivation to see my ghost holding
strong, I allowed myself to touch on my mind in a way I hadn’t
before. I didn’t ignore sensations and even paid more attention to
them. I felt the usual ease of relaxation wash over me as I drew
into sleep, but slowly, I noticed something…
    Maybe now looking for it, it became obvious,
but there was a sensation seeming far away. Exactly like Nettie
explained, a tingle right there lingering in my soul. The same
sensation I experienced when a ghost was near, or maybe what I felt
right before and just hadn’t realized it. Almost like a spark of
electricity coursing through my veins.
    I zeroed in on that single sensation and my
body warmed. Energy flowed like hot lava through my veins. I felt
lighter, tingled all over, and was instantly flooded with a
desperate need to grab onto that one sensation.
    Yanking myself closer, I left any thought
behind, surrounding myself with the spark drawing nearer, and the
pulsating energy pulling me closer.
    With an explosion like fireworks, but
concentrated in my veins, I was dragged forward and sucked right
into the sensation. A buzz surrounded me and filled my head with
loud noise. The harsh sound was…felt…intense. It quaked against me,
inside me, and all around me. My soul was hauled along a path with
rapid speed, and I knew I travelled, but seemed to stay still at
the same time.
    When the buzzing ceased, a loud crash
followed and then dead silence. Only a split second later, a flurry
of heady coldness encased me and I tumbled into darkness.

Chapter Ten
     
     
    Sudden awareness washed over me, and it became
blatantly obvious I crossed into the Netherworld, because I wasn’t
awake. My mind was fully coherent and I remembered falling asleep,
knew my purpose to find Kipp, and was mentally focused. If I’d been
dreaming, I doubted I’d hold the level of concentration I had now.
More so, I was overwhelmed by the fierce need to locate my
ghost.
    “ Kipp,” I heard myself whisper.
    The second the words cut through the silence
around me, my thoughts held even more clarity and I couldn’t
believe what I’d sensed as I had fallen asleep. I’d always thought
I got goose bumps from the coldness of ghosts and their nearness,
but in reality, it had been the touch of the Netherworld. The goose
bumps were the result of the cool energy of this place, not the
ghosts themselves.
    Beneath my closed eyes, the Netherworld
remained dark, but I realized things were different. I felt
different. In fact, I felt like I wasn’t there at all, as if here,
only my soul existed.
    “ Tess.”
    At someone calling my name, the darkness
cleared and I forced my eyes open, my breath catching in my throat.
A haze remained in front of me, almost like fog mixed with bright
colors. I glanced down at my body, realizing I did, in fact, remain
intact, even if I seemed lighter.
    I raised my arm in front of me, moving it
back and forth through the haze, and it didn’t look any different.
Glancing in front of me and squinting, I fought through the
haziness trying to make out what stood in front of me. Shapes
slowly formed, colors weaved together as if a puzzle joined.
    When the shapes finally solidified and the
haziness cleared, I spun in a slow circle, totally confused.