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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 66: You're Not Your Mother

So weird to be back in my old room, with the windows overlooking the yard, the park beyond the line of bushes, the sounds and smells of Wilding Springs just as I remembered them and yet utterly different.

It felt off, a disconnect between how it was and how it turned out to be and I realized quickly, sitting on the edge of my bed with the sparkly pink chandelier overhead and the fluffy pillow clutched in my lap that it would never feel the same again. Not without access to the magic that tied me to my family.

I could hear everyone still chatting downstairs, Damon and Stella accepting a room at Sassafras's house, though I wondered how Jiao would feel about the two sorcerers moving in with her and the kids. I had to get in touch with Piers and should probably let Dad know I was okay, though he had made zero attempt of his own, so I guess I was fine with letting him hang for a bit. Or let Mom deal with it.