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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 28: Everlasting Church Of The Home Of The Faithful

My fainting spell didn't last long, at least I don't think it did. It seemed like I just passed out when I blinked my way awake again and we were running once more. This time to the sound of excited giggling. Wait, Viviana was enjoying this? A little too much, I was thinking, irritation now making it through my dazed reawakening.

"Suckers," she muttered under her breath, skidding to a stop at the door of her car. I was able to see the crowd of people fighting the large, black froth of her power-my power, the thief- holding them back while a huge man loomed in the forefront, his shining, beet red face thick with fat.

"I'll find you, Viviana!" His voice boomed as she slammed the door to the car, turning the key, the engine roaring to life. His words reached even through glass and steel and the hum of her exit. "And you'll pay for what you've done!"

She barked a laugh that told me she couldn't care less about his threat.