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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 60: Useful Information

Well, that request was hardly unexpected, though I'd thought he'd want me to kill Viviana first.

"Why him? And why don't you just do it?" I couldn't trust this slimy sorcerer, I was positive of that. Even if I didn't know what little I'd discovered over the years about the Black Souls-from how they'd imprisoned the werewolves and made them slaves forced to do their bidding all the way forward in time to the terrible impact they'd had on Femke

-there was an oily gross about him that made my skin crawl.

Besides, no way was I signing up to do his dirty work. I had enough of my own to handle, thank you. But, the more information he gave me, on the other hand, the better able I'd be to advise Mom and Nanna and GreatGram on just what the Black Souls were up to. Not to mention giving Damon and Stella the time they needed to free themselves the rest of the way.

The sorcerer scowled. "That's irrelevant," he said.