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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 116: Space Required

I needed space. I think they understood that, though Damon did argue with me when I wanted to leave the Sanctuary.

"You're putting yourself, and others, in danger if you do." He sounded like the "and others" was the most important part.

"I get it," I said. "So lock me down. I'm taking Henry with me. Teach him how to shut me off or something. Because I'm leaving, Damon."

He touched my temple, shook his head. "You're too big," he said. Sighed. Backed off. "You know how to find us, Ethie. Don't be long, I beg you. So much rides on figuring out how to help you evolve into who you're supposed to be."

He was absolutely right and I was being hella selfish and I really, really needed to stay and get to work and all that. But he'd just dictated to me the rest of my life-mirroring my previous existence, right?-and the claustrophobic pressure of it was going to choke me to death.