Ivy's POV
I stared at the apparition of my grandmother, her form translucent yet somehow solid enough that I could feel the energy radiating from her. My father rose from his seat, reaching out instinctively before stopping himself when she held up her hand.
"I'm not here, boy-o. Not really." Her voice echoed slightly as she gestured toward the ancient tome on the table. "She pulled me to you with that."
"Your book of shadows. I thought it was lost." My father's hands hovered over the leather-bound book, reverence and disbelief mingling in his expression.
"It wasn't lost, it was hidden," my grandmother corrected, turning to me with a knowing smile that crinkled the corners of her ghostly eyes. "It was found by who it was meant to be found by." She moved to my father, her hands almost cupping his face without actually touching him. "I've missed you. But I can't stay. Watch out for the darkness."
