All Chapters of Hayle Coven Novels: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

The moment I passed back over the threshold, the Vega's voices still echoing in my head, the phone rang. I sighed, wanting to ignore it, eyes locked on Quaid, but Erica was already answering it."Yes? One moment." She held it out to me, an apologetic look on her face.Great. Thanks. Just what I needed. A chit chat over nothing while my mother was being falsely persecuted."Hello?" That was snippy, even for annoyed Syd. I winced a little as the voice on the other end of the line gasped softly."Syd?" Angela Morgan sounded upset. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting?"Um, yeah. "No, sorry, hello Mrs. Morgan." I leaned against the wall, the cordless balanced between my cheek and shoulder as I drew a deep breath and tried to refocus from my witchy life to what remained of my normal one. "How are you?"She didn't answer me, just plunged ahead in a rush of words. "Can I speak to Alison?" Her voice was strained, words a little stuttery. Like she was afraid of something."Alison?" I stood upri

I hated waking up without any knowledge of how I made it to bed. Not that it was a common occurrence, but still. I groaned as I rolled over, a spare blanket laid carefully over me, emerging from the covering to find myself still fully clothed from the night before. I rubbed at my bleary eyes, strung thin and more than a little wonky as I struggled for full wakefulness.It had to have been Quaid. I didn't remember passing out, but I did know he was still in the house. I felt him, our connection pulling my attention immediately to his location. Which happened to be the kitchen.I slumped to the bathroom, head muzzy and the world wobbling around me. I'd used up a lot of focus the night before, spending what felt like endless hours and piles of magic on the witches who clung to my power, soothing them one after another until, hopefully, I managed to finish the job.I say hopefully because I honestly didn't remember.The hot shower wasn't doing me any good. With a ruthless twist of my w

I stood staring into my mother's closet, the scent of her lilac perfume filling me with the need to hug her and never let her go.Since that wasn't possible, and knowing I needed to put on a good show, short notice or not, I'd made a plan of my own, one involving doing something I swore I never would.I needed to be my mother.My selections were carefully chosen, from the floor-length black velvet skirt with the fine silver embroidery around the hem to the paper thin and butter soft navy blue silk blouse with the flowing sleeves and sparkling diamond buttons.I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised her shoes did fit after all and wasn't even a little above recognizing the irony. At least physically I could take her place. As for the rest... we'd have to wait and see.I let the heavy, swirling skirt sway from my hips, for the first time understanding why Mom loved dressing the way she did. There was a weight to the velvet, the way it moved as if part of me. Even the silk of the

It wasn't until I was part way back to the staircase I realized Erica and I were being escorted by the two Enforcers I'd stormed past upstairs. Pender was one of them. I looked back over my shoulder as we reached the top, turning to meet his eyes, even if he wouldn't meet mine."Nice to see you." I kept my tone light, but my meaning was clear to both of us. I heard Quaid call my name, spun and spotted him being held by two more people in black robes.Pender kept his head down while the other Enforcer just looked uncomfortable."I'll be happy to let Mom know how well you're repaying her gift to you." I sniffed delicately, as if his very presence offended me. "Please, rest assured, if such an instance were to happen again, none of us would interfere, but let events take their course." Not a threat. But I was pretty sure he got the point.If the coward was attacked again, I'd happily watch him die.I walked away, stiff and angry, while Erica paced beside me.You need to get it toget

As everyone stood, including the coven leaders, my eyes fixed on a large wooden door on the opposite side of the room. The moment we were all on our feet, the whisper of clothing and shuffling of feet stilled, that door swung outward and a line of people walked through.Dressed in jet velvet robes trimmed in blue, the members of the High Council of North American Witches strode with aplomb and self-importance toward the raised platform and their appointed seats. My eyes scanned their faces, but with the exception of Andre's tiny smile, none of the members showed a hint of emotion.Okay then. As much as I wished they were a little more light-hearted, I could understand why they were keeping things somber. As long as their closed faces didn't mean they'd already set their minds against my mother.Each of them sat, two obvious gaps in the lineup. One where the Hayle member should have been, though there was no seat placed there. It seemed even they understood the spot was supposed to b