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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 94: Interrogation

Remorse had no place in this place, not when Laurel Daid, her Enforcer power limited and her guilt written all over her magic, sat in a tall-backed chair before Nanna, North American Witch Council leader Karyn Barrett and GreatGram, the three women clearly not in the mood for hijinks or shenanigans.

I sat with Mom, to the side, observers only, I'd been told, though my mother's voice in my head said otherwise.

Keep an eye on her, she sent. I want to know what her deal is and you seem to have abilities at your disposal I don't.

Was that hard for Mom to admit? The girls didn't grumble arguments, so I had to believe otherwise. Still, I wasn't sure if that was respect in her tone or nervousness. I'll do my best, I sent. Isn't this illegal?

Kid, she sent, you'll get used to it.

Great. And now I was getting criminal advice from my mother. Was it any wonder I turned out the way I did?