Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hayle Coven Novels: Kabanata 611 - Kabanata 620

I took a vacant seat and sipped at my water, just for something to occupy me. I felt the fine chain slide over my collarbone and I reached up to grasp the pentagram pendant Mom gave me as a gift years ago. I'd only taken to wearing it in the past few years, knowing now it held a part of her power in it. Power meant to protect me and bind me to the family. Even though she wasn't officially a Hayle witch anymore, the magic remained true to the coven.Thinking about Mom made me sad. We hadn't talked, not really, since my release from custody. I'd tried to see her a few times, but she refused. Any attempt to reach for her with power was firmly blocked. She'd made it very clear to me she couldn't be on my side anymore. The Council magic changed her, pushed her to the brink, forcing her to do its will instead of the other way around. Mom's deterioration was a clear indication, her premature aging and total change of personality frightening in its totality. I wished I could convince her to s

I left Gram in the kitchen, exiting into the driveway. I still missed seeing Mom's classic blue Mustang, her baby gone with her to Harvard. And I really needed to replace my own car Minnie, the electric blue Cooper a wreck thanks to explosives placed by the Dumont brothers.Did I have proof they blew up my car? Technically, no.Did I need it?Snort.Funny how the past flowed around me as I stood there, images of my old high-school boyfriend Brad and his big black truck, of Demetrius Strong when he was leader of the Chosen of the Light handing me pamphlets, explaining why I was evil and really had to die. Quaid on his motorcycle. I hugged myself, looked up into the gathering dark as the door eased shut behind me.I didn't have to turn around to know who stood there, unobtrusive, watching."What do you think, Charlotte?" I stayed where I was, making myself breathe, trying to keep the pressure of what I'd just learned from taking me to my knees. "Should I just cut and run?"I heard

Gram and Shenka were in the kitchen when I stormed into the house, magic weaving around the dishes, cleaning up the mess from the party. Sassafras hissed at me as I stomped past him, barely missing his tail with my toes. He leaped onto the table to glare at me as I came to a jarring halt."Sebastian isn't clan leader anymore." Blurting random troubles was apparently my specialty.Shenka seemed surprised, but Gram didn't. In fact, she looked a little guilty before her wrinkled face fell into a frown."Tell me you didn't keep this from me." Yeah, my anger button was on a hair trigger. Had been pushed. And pushed. And pushed-"I knew." At least she didn't try to deny it. Even so, I vibrated with the need to shake her."And you thought it was a good idea to keep this little tidbit to yourself." Cold, Syd. But, well, damn it."There's nothing you can do," Gram said, faded blue eyes empty and flat. "And you had enough on your plate. Still do."That kind of crap was not going to fly wi

No sweat. This would be no sweat whatsoever. I felt myself rise both in spirit and in confidence, my mind and magic flowing upwards toward the edge of the emptiness. Creation power hummed, ready for action. I'd never felt more powerful, more in control of my abilities as I reached out through the blankness, searching for Belaisle and the source of the power draw draining the Sidhe realm.And tumbled back, falling on my ass in the dying grass as answering magic rippled over the surface of the storm and threw me off.I stared up in surprise, head ringing, body tingling with the shock of the violent recoil. Charlotte's hands grasped my arms, her human form returned now that we stood in the Unseelie realm. The monarchs of the Unseelie had no power to spare to play dress up."Thanks." I brushed at the seat of my jeans, face so tight in a frown my cheeks ached. "Well, that hurt."Odhran stood mute, watching me. His disappointment looked to be about as powerful as mine.No way I was lett

He started moving the moment the door closed, my demon rumbling a welcome as he entered my personal space. Ram's handsome face bent over mine, the shine of his horns catching the light from the window, wide lips welcoming me.What's a little kiss between friends?Strong hands cupped my face, his mouth covering mine, gentle but hungry at the same time. And my demon-hell, all of us-leaned into him, fingers sliding over the bare skin of his chest where his tight tunic gaped open, showing off the chiseled muscles under his red flesh.Ram tasted delicious, like honey and cinnamon and heat. I let myself relax into him, trying to picture us together.Pulled away.Sigh."What are your thoughts on an effigy?" Weak joke, but I was half serious. Like Sebastian, at least Ram wouldn't die on me. Not for a long time, anyway. Except being with me would mean giving up some of his personal safety, tying him for eternity to a statue on my plane.Not much to ask or anything.The frown pulling his