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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 111: Henry To The Rescue

Whatever horrible things I expected? Didn't happen. Instead of him betraying me and Viviana rushing in with her horrid cackle and taking over my mind, turning me into whatever she desired and using me against the world she hated? And rather than my transmutation power seeing him as a nice, light snack that it could incorporate in a delicious chomp and swallow into the yawning pit that was my dark sorcery?

Instead. Rather than. The crow who was a young man bumped up against my power and held his ground.

Coercion, he sent. I can use it to keep your magic quiet. He flinched a little. Is that okay? I'm not using it to hurt you.

He wasn't either. Didn't feel like he was trying to alter or influence me in any way. If anything, he used his power of persuasion as a shield of sorts against the dark sorcery commanding me. To the point it burbled happily at the contact and retreated to gnaw on the fresh bone that had been Iso and left me, breathing deeply and feeling not quite so desperate.