Read Online The Vampire Diaries: The Salvation: Unseen by L. J. Smith, Aubrey Clark - Free Book Online

Matt’s life had become. Even if Jasmine resented him for it, he would never tell her. He would keep her safe, no matter what.

    “Duck!” Bonnie shouted wildly, scrunching down as far as she could in the passenger seat of the car.
    “I can’t duck; I’m driving,” Zander said calmly. “Anyway, your parents aren’t going to see us.”
    Bonnie sat up and turned in her seat to look back at her parents’ house. There was no car in the drive; they must be out. “I just feel guilty, coming to Fell’s Church and not letting them know,” she said.
    “You’re on a very important mission,” Zander told her. “Anyway, we’re having dinner with them next week.”
    “I know,” Bonnie said. “I just hope Mrs. Flowers has some ideas about how to search for Solomon. Elena’s Powers aren’t picking up anything.” The elderly, powerful witch had taught Bonnie a lot of what she knew.
    “Hmm,” Zander responded, taking a left toward Mrs. Flowers’s house. Bonnie’s eyes drifted to his arm muscles flexing beneath his golden-tanned skin. Werewolves were naturally strong, of course, but ever since Zander and a couple of his Packmates had started a landscaping business after college, he’d only gotten buffer. She sighed appreciatively.
    “There’s a car in Mrs. Flowers’s drive,” Zander said curiously as they pulled up. Bonnie blinked; there was a car, a shiny little blue Honda. That was strange. Mrs. Flowers was basically a recluse and, anyway, she had known Bonnie and Zander were coming.
    “Maybe it’s somebody selling something?” Bonnie wondered aloud as they trailed through the untidy herb garden and up the path to the front door.
    In the kitchen, they found Mrs. Flowers sipping tea with a girl about their own age. She didn’t
look
like she was selling anything: She was as tiny as Bonnie herself, dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, with wild curly blond hair and a spattering of freckles across her cheeks.
    “Hey!” the girl said as soon as she saw them. She put her teacup down a little too hard, sloshing tea into the saucer and onto the table. “Oops,” she added, grinning.
    “Hello, children,” Mrs. Flowers said serenely. “Help yourself to some scones. Alysia, if you look behind you, you’ll see napkins to wipe up that spill.”
    They settled at the table, Bonnie squirming impatiently as Mrs. Flowers poured two more cups of tea and handed around plates for scones and little sandwiches. She needed to talk to Mrs. Flowers about serious business, but Bonnie couldn’t see a way to bring up the subject of Old Ones in front of this stranger. And who was she, anyway?
    From across the table, Alysia kept smiling at her. Bonnie shifted uncomfortably. Next to her, Zander bit happily into a scone. “These are amazing,” he told Mrs. Flowers, who smiled at him.
    “Um,” Bonnie began, growing impatient, “Mrs. Flowers, did you manage to find anything on the … problem I called you about?”
    “There are some books of protection charms and divination spells on the table in the hall,” Mrs. Flowers said briskly. “You may take them with you when you leave. I’m afraid, though, that I don’t think the spells will do anything Elena can’t do on her own.” She put down her teacup and looked at Bonnie seriously, her blue eyes sharp. “I think Alysia might be able to assist you, though. She works with a group that could help you strengthen your Power.”
    “What kind of a group?” Bonnie asked, confused.
    Alysia straightened, her voice becoming formal, as if she was reciting a prepared speech. “It’s nice to meet you, Bonnie,” she began. “I represent an association of people who work together through the manipulation of natural forces to oppose negative elements. Mrs. Flowers is”—she shared a look with the older woman—“one of the chief contacts of our group, and she’s recommended that we invite you to join us.” The girl smiled eagerly, making her look even younger. “She had a lot of