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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 76: Sense of Responsibility

In the end, despite the fact he was distinctly unhappy about the decision, Piers didn't stand in my way when I told him, in no uncertain terms, I was going whether he liked it or not.

Kind of him to wait until we were alone to confront me with the obvious, as Damon and Stella took their leave, Cable guiding Iso out into the hall while the Sorcerers League leader held me back with a soft touch on my arm. I'd forgotten how much taller he was than me and though he was narrow physically he still towered over me, not intimidating but comforting, safe.

Except, as he leaned in to speak, voice soft and expression concerned, I realized I wasn't interested in being protected anymore. Imagine that. The tweaking discomfort maybe Leah was right about not needing anyone wasn't helping while my friend did his best to convince me to see reason.