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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…

Patti Larsen · Fantasia
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Chapter 81: One Question

Only one question remained to me, the most important, as far as I was concerned now, though perhaps irrelevant in the grand scheme. Still, I asked it without thinking because I really wanted to know.

"Who is Leah?" I aimed that at both of them, internal and external. Felt Hazel quiver, remembered the girl only then, sheltering her from Viviana though the old sorceress made no attempt to talk to her or even acknowledge she was there inside me with us.

Yes, my locketmate sent, thoughtful now, though not as curious as I thought she'd be, considering. Who am I, old woman? Or do you have the courage to share that information?

What did she mean by that? You have a guess, I sent to Leah.

I have my suspicions, she answered. Nothing I can prove nor do I feel the need to. Not to you or anyone.

Nice attitude. Not even pretending to give a crap what I thought. Fine. Be that way.