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Hayle Coven Novels

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. ***WORLD'S BEST STORY2014*** Her mom's a witch. Her dad's a demon. And she just wants to be ordinary. I batted at the curl of smoke drifting off the tip of my candle and tried not to sneeze. My heavy velvet cloak fell in oppressive, suffocating folds in the closed space of the ceremony chamber, the cowl trapping the annoying bits of puff I missed. I hated the way my eyes burned and teared, an almost constant distraction. Not that I didn't welcome the distraction, to be honest. Anything to take my mind from what went on around me. Being part of a demon raising is way less exciting than it sounds. Sydlynn Hayle's teen life couldn't be more complicated. Trying to please her coven is all a fantasy while the adventure of starting over in a new town and fending off a bully cheerleader who hates her are just the beginning of her troubles. What to do when delicious football hero Brad Peters--boyfriend of her cheer nemesis--shows interest? If only the darkly yummy witch, Quaid Moromond, didn't make it so difficult for her to focus on fitting in with the normal kids despite her paranormal, witchcraft laced home life. Add to that her crazy grandmother's constant escapes driving her family to the brink and Syd's between a rock and a coven site. Forced to take on power she doesn't want to protect a coven who blames her for everything, only she can save her family's magic. If her family's distrust doesn't destroy her first.

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Chapter 72: Seeking Truth

The house was quiet and empty at last. Some of the family lingered, most to offer Mom support, which was nice. I wondered about the rest of them but let it go, especially when several of them escorted the distraught James and his back-to-sleeping daughter home.

You'd think they would have learned their lesson already and just freaking trust her judgment. It made me furious.

Quaid was one of the last to go. He waited until Erica hugged Mom to approach us. Erica smiled first at him then at me and left.

I hated the assumption in her eyes.

"I wanted to say I was sorry."

He wasn't talking to me. That would have produced an instant aneurysm.

Quaid was looking right at my mother.

She didn't say anything, just leaned forward and hugged him. He hugged her back, no reservations. When she pushed him away again, she held onto the leather of his sleeves in both hands and smiled up at him.