Read Witch Hollow and the Wrong Spell (Book 1) Page 22
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In the morning, the news spread around the town. The body of the gardener was found in the gorge. Eric and Electra told about Mr. O'Leary’s fall, and that he confessed to the murder of Noemia Prizzi. Electra passed Samuel O'Leary's will to the sheriff, and the gardener's body was taken to the funeral house.
In the afternoon, Uncle Colin decided that Electra needed rest, and told everyone to leave her ward. Electra asked Medea to stay with her. When the girls were left alone, Electra said:
“You did it, didn’t you? You evoked Miss Prizzi's ghost.”
“How do you know?”
“I saw her.”
“Where? When? Was it her who told you to go to her house?”
Electra shook her head. “She saved us.” Electra gave her word not to tell anyone about it if Medea promised to stop acting without thinking and weighing everything.
“But her ghost saved you,” she said. “So, indirectly, I saved you.”
Electra stared at her sister a few seconds, until they both broke into laughter.
“You’re unchangeable, Medea! And still I love you.”
Medea hugged her and promised to never act rashly and foolishly, and to think over each step and each word, claiming that this whole story with the Ghost and the wrong spell was a good lesson for all of them.
Cassandra entered the ward.
“Do you mind receiving visitors?” she asked, leading Eric inside.
Electra beamed and stretched her hand to him. He walked over to her bed. Medea gave up her place to Eric, and she and Cassandra sneaked out of the ward.
“How are you?” Eric looked at the bandages on her knees.
“Fine. Dr. Pill put stitches, and was quick to inform me that I will have scars on my knees.”
Eric planted a tender kiss to her bandaged knee. “You’re alive, the rest doesn’t matter.”
Electra couldn’t blush any redder. “And you? What did the doctor say?”
“Let me think… A concussion, fractured ribs, stretched muscles, bruises, abrasions, nothing that doesn’t heal.”
“You saved me. But how did you know that I was in trouble and where I was?”
Eric hung down his head and for a while didn’t say anything. “Believe it or not,” he spoke at last, “but from the first day I saw you I knew I had to protect you from something. I don’t know how to explain it. I was at home, sitting by the window, once in a while looking at the sheet of paper, hoping for news from you. Then I fell asleep, but it wasn’t a dream that I had, but a vision. Someone was calling me to Enchanted Garden, and saying that you needed me. When I woke up, I ran to the garden, but you weren’t there, and I began searching for you around and calling your name. The rest you know.”