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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 51: A Partner To Watch My Back

Ethie. I knew that voice whispering in my ear, right? No, not audible, but a direct link to my mind, her low tone meant to what? Keep me from being startled? I tried to shake off the lethargy lingering, heard myself groan. Ethie, wake up.

What happened? I whispered back to Leah, feeling muddy and disoriented, like someone had stirred my brain with a stick and waited for it to reform again. Where are we?

I don't know, she sent, but wherever it is, we're not alone.

I groaned softly, not so happy to have passed out twice in a short period of time, headache stirring in the back of my skull and making me cranky. Yes, I'd take cranky, thanks. It gave me the momentum to think and process and put coherent ideas together.

Have you been awake this whole time? Not fair, if so.

No, she sent. Whatever knocked you out got to me, too. But I woke first. I have more shielding in here than you do out there.