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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…

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Chapter 119: Some Kind Of Plan

And yet, not, exactly. Walking the streets of the busy city seemed to have become a habit. Lingering with normals settled my mind, helped me smother the driving need of the power I bore, gave me breathing space though the crowds around me crushed me physically almost as much as Mom's betrayal had.

Again, I didn't blame her, not really, but I did.

Oh, I did.

This has to end. Viviana's voice was subdued for once, no longer snide or amused or bearing that cackling laughter that gave me a stomachache.

While I would have preferred to be left alone in my misery, perhaps she was what I deserved. I sighed into the darkness between us.

I take it you have some kind of plan, I sent. Considering you seem to be the master of the long game and I'm just making it up as I go along.

Trying not to kill people in the process. Failing.