Keeping the blade on Kaida, he moved to her side and stuck his finger in his mouth, scraping the crest ring off with his teeth. Gone was the short, neatly trimmed hair and slender body. In its place was a solidly built man with longish white strands that brushed his shoulders. He shoved the ring in his pocket. "What's it been, witch? Three-hundred years? Give or take."Breath whooshed from Kaida's lips. "It's you." The guy from the hotel room when she and Brady had astral-projected together. She'd assumed it had been a nightmare or the man had been another hunter after them. What the heck was going on? "You tried to strangle me."Satisfaction lit his bitter gaze. "Should've finished the job.""This isn't possible," Mara gasped, eyes bugging. "It's simply not possible."A quick scan of the other dazed expressions proved her sisters and the brothers were just as blown away as Kaida by Greg's transformation. Who the hell was this guy and how did he possess the power to shift? Far as s
As the blade sank into Kaida's stomach, her face froze in a terrifying expression of shock and pain that yanked the heart right out of Brady's chest. But when his uncle withdrew the dagger, the oxygen punched from Brady's lungs with such force, he couldn't so much as cry out. A crimson ribbon flung through the air and splattered onto the grass. And Brady's whole world, his existence, shattered into a thousand fragmented pieces."Nooooo!" He frantically crawled over to her, roaring her name until his throat was as ravaged as his soul.He had the briefest concept of his uncle lunging to his feet and sprinting toward the hedge wall before Kaida collapsed in Brady's arms. Carefully as he could manage, he laid her on the grass and quickly untied the rope from her wrists. Angry red burns marred her perfect skin. A swift assessment showed a deep, open gash on her jaw and another above her eyebrow, both actively bleeding. But it was the hole in her stomach gushing uncontrollably that had
Rising on his elbow, earning an oomph from Tristan under him, and pushing Riley over with a grunt, Brady lunged to his feet. Stumbling in his haste, he crawled the rest of the way and cupped her face. Her eyes were closed, lashes shadowing her cheeks. She was so still, so quiet, another sob ripped from his chest."Kaida?" Nothing. "Kaida, sweetheart. Please, God." A deep inhale expanded her chest, and her lids lifted. Her eyes darted everywhere at once before blessedly landing on him. "What happened?"He barked a laugh/moan combination, not believing what he was seeing.And for the thousandth time today, his lungs stalled. Relief flooded him in a harried whoosh. With shaking arms, he hauled her sideways onto his lap. Pressing her face into his shoulder, he held her so tight a spell couldn't wedge between them.He kissed the top of her head, rocking, rocking. "Don't you ever do that to me again." As it stood, he may not allow her to leave his sight until she was eighty. Or never.
One month later...Sandwiched between Brady and Riley on the couch in her sisters' living room, Kaida stared at the family grimoire on the coffee table, Celeste's box next to it. Sitting across from them on the other sofa was Tristan, Ceara, and Fiona, also quietly contemplating. Mara had claimed a chair, her mood uncharacteristically solemn.They'd had a lovely dinner and had decided to finish their wine by the fire to pow-wow. Yet no one had said much, if anything.This had been a big day for Kaida. She'd installed her first entry into the grimoire. Well, technically, it was Celeste's passage, but it was Kaida who'd added the parchment. Turned out, after all the trials, the box had contained only two things. A sapphire ring and a scroll containing part of a spell."Do you think I should say it aloud?" She looked to her sisters for guidance. Ceara shook her head. "I believe Fiona and I need to do our part first. Something tells me this is a power of three spell. It'll only work
1718: Puritan Island, Royal Province of Massachusetts Bay"The villagers are coming. We must hurry, dear sister."Celeste Galloway, with a heavy heart, tore her gaze away from her one-day-old babe nursing at her breast to peer into the hearth's flames. Using strength from within, she pulled magick from her core and channeled the elements. Heat wrapped around her, teased the hair off her nape. Her sluggish, foggy mind parted and the vision became clear.The villagers were, indeed, afoot. However, they weren't yet at the forest edge or near her little stone cottage in the clearing. She had time to prepare, but not much.Gently, she swaddled the baby she'd named Hope, and rose to set her on the straw pallet by the fire. Her body ached from rigorous birthing, but she relished the pain. From agony came love, even though it had been love's betrayal that had set them on this course.With a kiss to her daughter's sleepy brow, Celeste chanted a protection spell and faced her sister, Mara.
Kaida Galloway stood at the edge of a cliff as a salty wind whipped her long blonde hair around her head. Barefoot, she dug her toes into dew-dampened grass as waves crashed into rock thirty stories below. The roar all but muted the cry of gulls circling the Atlantic in the distance. Sunlight streamed through the cloud cover and glittered off the gray-blue water. A short wave of vertigo hit her, but she didn't step back. Nothing could hurt her here, even though scenarios of plunging over the edge filled her head. She didn't have a clue how she knew no harm would come to her. It was just an awareness. An assurance, much like expecting the sun to set or the electric bill to come.Like in her other dreams, she wore whatever she fell asleep in the night before. Today's outfit sported a yellow shorts and tank combo with purple butterflies. And, exactly like in previous dreams, she waited. For him.She didn't know his name and she'd never met him while awake, which only served to remind
"Miss Galloway, this is the front desk with your requested wake-up call." The male voice on the other end sounded too darn chipper. Guess he'd had his caffeine shot already, the lucky jerk.Wake-up call? Right. She had booked a ticket on the ferry to take her to Six Fates Island this morning. "Thank you.""You're very welcome, miss. Have a great day.""You, too." She hung up and flung the covers off, then froze.She was wet. Soaking wet. With shaking hands, she ran her fingers through the stringy strands of her hair, and her heart pounded discovering it, too, was damp.Fumbling, she flew off the bed and glanced down at herself. Drenched pajamas. A quick glance at the sheets showed they were dry. The ceiling wasn't leaking, as the drywall was in place and there were no water marks. Besides, she wasn't on the top floor of this hotel. Nothing was wet but...her.Saltwater mingled with rain and freshly cut grass. The scents swirled around her and the dream flooded back. Flashes. Proje
Brady Meath shoved away from the desk in his small office in the public library and stood in front of the window facing Puritan Street. Pedestrians walked past and cars drove by. Cherry blossoms were in full bloom and buds beginning to open on the magnolia trees. The grass was finally turning a nice shade of green after a long winter. But the calming, familiar sights didn't appease his restless mind or abate the itch under his skin.As the town historian and head of the historical society, he had a busy week ahead. Budget plans had gone through for the Minister Bridge reconstruction, which meant he was required to go over the blueprints to ensure the architects had stayed true to original designs. Six Fates Courthouse was undergoing remodeling, so he'd have to pop by often to ensure the construction crew followed his instructions, down to every cornice piece and crown molding strip. And Galloway Lighthouse was in need of repairs. That meant sucking it up and visiting Fiona and Ceara t