Brady followed his brothers to the door, having had his fill of magick and witch talk for the evening. Or a lifetime. But at the threshold, he couldn't make himself leave. That invisible magnet kept pulling him back to Kaida, and some inner fear he hadn't known existed made him worry he might not see her again.Turning, he flicked a glance at Ceara and Fiona, still perched on the sofa, then settled on Kaida. "Would you mind walking me out?"She offered a wan smile and rose. Grabbing a quilt off the back of her chair, she wrapped it around her shoulders and preceded him onto the porch.The humidity from earlier had weaned and a brisk spring breeze scented with brine slapped his face. A dense fog covered the dark grounds, as ominous as his mood. The roar of the ocean hitting the cliffs on the other side of the Galloways' house blended with the crackle of leaves. Otherwise, all was quiet.He shut the door behind them and faced his brothers. "Give us a minute." When they headed down the s
Brady made his way through the grand foyer and up the polished, winding marble staircase. Taking a hard right to the east wing, he headed for his suite at the end of the long, dark paneled hallway. Portraits of deceased family members stared at him on his trek, and he resisted the urge to shudder. Kicking the suite door shut, he strode straight past his four-poster sovereign bed to the matching honey walnut dresser and fished in a drawer for sleepwear. He stripped, tossing his damp clothes near the vicinity of the hamper in the adjoining bathroom, then stepped into a pair of blue-striped cotton pants. Barefoot, he padded back down the hallway, shoving his arms into a white tee. A runner took some of the chill out of the mahogany floorboards, but he longed for a fire.Knowing the few household staff they had on retainer would be asleep in their quarters, he took a shortcut through the kitchen to get to the west end of the mansion. Polished white cabinets and stainless steel appliance
Kaida spent most of the morning in her sisters' shop, watching them in reverent awe. Well, when Brady wasn't on her mind every three seconds, anyway. She'd always been relatively comfortable with people, could stand at a podium and lecture with ease, but her sisters had skills. Serious skills. They had divide and conquer down to an art form and could sell fleas to a dog.Like the other stores along the cobblestone strip on Puritan Street, the exterior was gray clapboard with burgundy shutters framing a large display window. One-story, there was a small awning over the front door. It was nestled between a cafe and a bookstore, to which got a lot of cross-traffic.Tourism season on the island had just begun, but even without it, Bedknobs & Broomsticks had its share of local customers. Townsfolk adored her sisters and seemed to pop in for everything from medicinal remedies to advice on love or life. People stayed to chat, drop off goodies, or dole gossip. It was...charming.The shop it
"To say the least." She stared at her partially eaten salad. "I thought I was crazy. The moment I turned sixteen, weird stuff started happening and..." She breathed a laugh. "Add the dreams into account, and let's just say I spent a lot of time alone. There was always a feeling, though. A sixth sense that something bigger was in motion, yet I couldn't put my finger on it." She dropped her chin in her hand. "I suppose that's what drew me to ancient religions and, ultimately, Wicca.""You're a professor? That's what you said, right?""Yes, at a college in Iowa. I'm on sabbatical. I teach two courses in the normal curriculum at the moment."He nodded. "Always wondered where you were from. Wondered a lot of things, actually. Did you know you were adopted? Have any other brothers or sisters?""No siblings, and yes, I knew. They didn't hide the adoption." Everything else had been kept a secret but, apparently, not making a point to cover up the fact she wasn't theirs was okay. Bitterness
Forehead resting on a stack of papers on his desk and phone to his ear, Brady listened to the foreman on the courthouse project prattle on. And on. When the guy finally pausedprobably for airBrady didn't bother lifting his head to speak into the receiver. "White. The crown molding is supposed to be white. Not ecru, not eggshell, not beige. White. That's what the plans say. All right?" He needed ten aspirin and another gallon of coffee. Stat. Though he'd gotten sporadic sleep last night, it wasn't the restful kind, and he was beginning to wonder if this wasn't National Piss Brady Off Day. It wasn't even ten o'clock yet. "I'll stop by after lunch if I can.""Sure thing, Mr. Meath. I'll have..."Brady sensed rather than heard another presence in his office and lost track of the conversation. The fine hairs on his neck stood erect and a slow burn churned in his gut.Kaida. She was here.He jerked his head up, and there she was, standing in front of his desk. Wearing tan leggings that
She hummed, an adorable sound she made when in agreement, but was too deep in thought to respond. After a beat, she turned and walked toward him, sitting sideways on the bench to face him. "Water is a lullaby for me. Unless I was dreaming, the closest I've been to an ocean is Lake Michigan, which looks remarkably like the Atlantic. I always intended to travel, but never got around to it. Well, until I arrived here, anyway. In dreams, the roaring sound and the waves drew me, a balm to my nerves. Restless and wild, it should've had the opposite effect. Instead, I was captivated. I suppose that makes sense, though, considering my element is water.""In total honesty, I've Googled the whole witchcraft thing for two nights straight, but I still don't have much of a grasp, nor do I know what's folklore versus fact." Mercy, he wanted to touch her again. Having her within inches of him was wreaking havoc on his control. "If I understand correctly, each witch gets power from an element?""M
"Doing great. Now, rein it in."In the kitchen, Kaida let Ceara's voice settle in her mind and held out her palm, suspending the free-floating globe of water over the butcher block island. Energy and heat radiated inside her, buzzed under her skin. The better she got at this magick thing, the more she wanted to test boundaries. Knowledge had always been her kryptonite and she was an incredibly competitive person. Even her sisters were shocked at how quickly she'd learned to master her skill. For Kaida, all she'd needed was someone to teach her, and the switch had flipped. The trick had been letting go, something she'd never dared to attempt. Doing so would've meant losing control. If only she'd known all along the key was to embrace the power instead of binding it, she might've had a much easier adolescence.They'd been going at it all day. For the first time since starting lessons, her sisters were having her summon water from her surroundings and wielding it versus using liquid
Kaida tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I was a shy kid and had trouble making friends. Part of me thought that's what he wasan imaginary friend I'd conjured. My parents were nice people and very supportive, but they were...distant. We'd often spend hours in the same room and not say anything. They gave me a lot of space, more than most parents would give a child." She huffed a sarcastic laugh. "I could've snuck out of the house to have an affair with Ozzy Ozbourne and snort eighty grams of coke up my nose, and they wouldn't have been the wiser." She glanced at the cliffs in the distance and the moonlight glittering across the inky water. "I had no inkling of what to do when my powers kicked in as a teenager. The few friends I did have began to distance themselves when I stopped wanting to hang out. I was already considered a freak. The last thing I needed was to prove to my peers they were right. Worse, I was afraid I'd hurt someone."Refocusing on the flames, she tugged the