Safehaven Elizabeth Novels & Stories

Elena agreed. --- They packed quickly, gathering the evidence and Margaret's notes. Margaret grabbed a small bag and a stack of files. "I have a safe house. A place almost no one knows about." "Almost?" Elena asked. Margaret hesitated. "It's the safest option we have." Vivian nodded. "Lead the way." They slipped out through the back door and disappeared into the gathering darkness. The streets were quiet, but Vivian couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. Every passing car made her tense. Every distant footstep made her turn.

“You don’t have to be scared.” But she was. Of Richard. Of him leaving to kill Richard without her. Of what she’d have to do tonight. They ate in silence. She forced down the food. Adam watched her with those watchful predator’s eyes, noting every twitch. When Raphael knocked to say the car was ready to take them to a safer safehouse, Elizabeth’s stomach flipped. She couldn’t leave the city yet. She needed tonight. She tucked the letter deeper under the mattress, made sure it was hidden.

The plan is to leave as soon as possible, not to find out how and where he got his riches from. Focus, Elizabeth. Clearing my throat in an awkward manner, I push my weight off the gate. “Let’s continue.” Alexa shows me around. She leads me to the garden. I must say, it’s so lovely. She shows me the dogs' kennels. Big and scary dogs. Three. She also shows me the ‘safe room’, although we don’t go in. “Why’s there a safe room? For money?” “No. Safe. Room. In case of an emergency. A break in…”

Isla said. “She’ll help you get settled in.” Catherine swallowed. “Thank you, Iz… for everything.” “Be careful,” Elizabeth said, stepping closer. She had been pretending not to listen, but her eyes shone. “You’re clever. They like clever things until they’re afraid of it. Don’t let anyone drag you into shadows you can’t see your way out of.” Isla nodded. “I’ll keep to the edges.” Elizabeth reached out and pulled her into a quick, fierce hug. “Thank you,” she said into her hair. “For helping me keep my daughter safe.”

I say, standing up with Markel. “I’ll come with you.” Elizabeth says, among me smile. To be honest. I was skeptical about sleeping alone tonight. Not became I was scared. Nothing like that but because a lot has happened today. Too much happened today and I just know it would weigh me down throughout the night. Elizabeth walked into the room and came out in less than two minutes with her bag and sneakers on. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Hazel.” She says, hugging her lightly. “Take care of yourself Zane.” Hazel yelled as we walked out of the house.

She did not look back as she walked down the aisle, past the saints and the candles and the faith that no longer felt like shelter. At the door, she paused. He was still there. Waiting. Elizabeth stepped into the daylight with tears drying on her cheeks and the certainty settling heavy in her chest: God’s house was not safe.

***** RICHARD "Go. Find Charlotte." White-faced, glossy-eyed and reluctant, she leaves. Images of black-masked men, gunfire and smoke headlined across my brain, the offices are under attack. I must deal with that, but I have sent my beloved Elizabeth to the safest place I know; the penthouse apartment under Charlotte's care. She's proved her survival skills.... .... and her loyalty.... Elizabeth has only just been rescued by Charlotte from abduction by traffickers, and is still recovering emotionally from the experience. My gut clutching, a kind of panic wells up in me at the thought of her reaction to what is happening now....

~You will not survive and I cannot ensure your safety without endangering mine. Elizabeth frowns. “Are you saying I’ll be a liability??” ~Yes.~ “I am not! I would never be dead weight. If needed, you can just leave me.” David frowns. ~You think I want you to die?~ Elizabeth stops. ~If you think I do not value your ____, then you are wrong. You are the only other ____ here. I will not let you die.~ Elizabeth was touched but she didn’t want to stay here alone. She did not like the idea of her waiting for the man of the house to go home while she lounged. She wanted to help.

Through their bond, Casie could feel his complex emotions—apprehension mixed with a reluctant fascination. Safe Harbor occupied a renovated warehouse in what had once been an industrial district. From the outside, it looked like any other youth shelter—slightly worn but well-maintained, with bright murals decorating its brick walls. Only someone with supernatural senses would notice the protective wards humming around its perimeter, invisible safeguards against those who might harm its vulnerable occupants. Elena Winters met them at the entrance—a petite woman with close-cropped silver hair and keen eyes that immediately identified all three of them for what they were.

Only then did I take a small sip. "You need it," she urged. I nodded and drank. The tea warmed my chest, but the way it lingered on my tongue. I pushed the thought away. "I found something," She whispered against my hair. "An apartment. On the border of the neutral territory. A friend of mine from training, she owes me. Big time." I pulled back, frowning. "What?" "It's a safe house. Off the grid. No pack, registry or council records. Not like the one I found under Rowan's pack, this, you could disappear." Eliza's hand found mine and squeezed.