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Hayle Coven Inheritance

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. The Challenge “Jagger Santos,” Coradine said, voice singsong and trying to be endearing while I gagged a little over her cutsie attempt to be coy. So gross. “This is the one I was telling you about.” He didn’t look at her, his hunger for the fight apparent. “Ethie Hayle,” he said, deep voice full of daggers. “I’ve been looking forward to this.” I could have said no. Just turned on my heel and left, walked away, got the hell out of there. Should have. It was one thing to fight my own coven for “fun” occasionally. A way to let off steam, to expend some of my pent up anger in a reasonably safe way that ensured if they didn’t like me, they at least stayed out of my way. But a witch from another territory? The Santos coven wasn’t exactly on GreatGram’s favorite list, either. This could only end badly. Ethie Hayle has spent her whole life sheltered by the coven, her powerful family and the fear that an unknown enemy could, at any moment, leap out of the veil and hurt her. Talk about smothering when all she wants is to have the freedoms her oh-so-special brother, Gabriel, seems to take for granted. But when a strange woman appears and offers her a gift, Ethie discovers the concerns her mother and great-grandmother have harbored aren’t all that ridiculous after all and that there are powers in the Universe she can’t imagine…

Patti Larsen · Fantasy
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Chapter 40: You Owe Us

Apologies, Reena sent. I didn't mean to startle you. The former Daeva of Demonicon didn't sound all that sorry. In fact, she kind of sounded amused. Not endearing at the moment.

Her partner in crime, on the other hand, was about as level and serious as they came.

Ethie, Mathias sent, the drach in him all quiet strength and rainbow sparkle light. That was, it would be if I could sense it. Still, I was familiar enough with his father's race I anticipated that experience, like body memory or some kind of afterimage in my mind. I was just grateful I could still connect with these two through my sorcery and our shared blood, even if the power that fed those sides of me wasn't accessible right now.

What do you two want? Okay, so I was being bitchy. They could judge me for it all they liked. Which Reena might but Mathias never would. Whatever. They didn't just have a confrontation with their jerk ass father, did they?