All Chapters of Hayle Coven Novels: Chapter 581 - Chapter 590

We found her in her office, bent over a stack of paperwork. Didn't bother knocking. Or using regular channels. I was in a bad enough mood over the whole mess I simply slid us through the edge of the wards. The pentagram necklace I wore around my neck carried enough of Mom's essence to fool the shielding around her office into letting us through while the touch of Gram's Enforcer power, what she still carried with her, sealed the deal.To Mom's credit, she didn't freak out. Just looked up with a resigned expression, blue eyes snapping fire as she waved at her door, sealing it with a rush of magic."I've been waiting for you," she said. "Hungry?"Her attitude knocked me totally off guard. I'd lunged into the veil expecting a fight, ready for one. Couldn't wait. But, instead of our usual nuclear party-time, Mom rose from her desk and gestured at the small table beside the window. The scent of roasted chicken and veggies preceded the magical arrival of dinner, making my stomach growl an

Gram finally pulled me to a halt in front of the bench next to the chapel. I knew this bench, spent a very uncomfortable few minutes fighting off my former bestie here during my first week at Harvard. Alison's ghost attacked me, wanting the vampire essence now living inside me. Guilt rose, as it always did when I thought of Alison. Tracking down the now tainted echo of who Alison Morgan had been wasn't on the top of my priority list, despite the fact my vampire worried the portions of her essence Alison stole turned the former cheergirl into some kind of vampire/ghost hybrid. I'd kept my ears and eyes open, but hadn't heard a whisper about Alison since the night the Star Club fell apart. The night Alison first tasted blood.A shudder ran through me as Gram spun and pointed a sharp index finger my way. "You two stay close," she said. I caught Charlotte's sharp nod beside me and briefly considered trying to send her home. Like that was going to happen. My bodywere's wolf eyes met my gaz

It required all of my forced poise to keep from wiping the smirk from her face in the most violent way possible. My demon grumbled with increasing volume as I felt one of my molars crack under the pressure of my grinding."The Dumont family magic was stolen," I said, skipping any kind of polite intro. Her perfect black bangs were still perfect over her smooth white skin, but one eye widened enough I knew her eyebrow arched in interest.So Mom hadn't told her. Interesting.Still, Ameline didn't seem surprised. Just curious. Which told me volumes."You had a hand in it." Accusations-R-Us.Ameline's cold smile and small head shake, her long, black hair rippling around her, stirred my hate for her again. Even in prison she was so disgustingly flawless I could scream."Not I," she said. "But I do know who planned it. And knew it was coming."No big shocker there."Why do you think I tried so hard to reach you?" Ameline's tone didn't match her words, coldness having nothing to do wit

I stood on the grass beside the bench and tried to pull my crap together after telling Gram and Charlotte everything Ameline told me.Again, Gram didn't look surprised. Having her Enforcer magic with me gave her the in she needed to eavesdrop. Still, talking it out helped me work around some of my fear."We have to tell Mom." Why was that always my initial go-to? Old habits. But damn it, I had to talk to her. Yes, she'd freaked on me last time. And I remained rigidly furious with her. Still, now that I knew what I knew... how could I keep this from her?And I had to know if Ameline was right. About other covens going missing."You're as big an idiot as that boy of yours." I didn't correct Gram. Quaid wasn't mine anymore.Hang on. She was talking about Liam-Oh, Syd."Your mother has made it very clear you're to stay out of this," Gram said. "Really feel like round two? With the information you now have, unconfirmed information that has nothing to do with the present circumstance

Charlotte had a firm hold on Demetrius the entire trip to Harvard. Not that I didn't trust him to stay with us in the veil, but one just never knew.Would be just my luck to lose his ass in the transfer.Gram and Shenka I left with firm instructions. We already knew the only way to combat the attack of the Brotherhood was by weakening our defenses and not giving them magic to feed their sorcery. We'd learned that lesson the hard way, when Liander Belaisle and his pack of bullies attacked the vampire mansion. But my heart still fought me, my logic, too. It felt so wrong to tell the family to let their shielding go. Not only because those shields kept us safe day to day, a natural part of who we were. But because I now had no idea if such a defense would even work against the sorcerer's new tactics.Without the chance to have a look at this machine Demetrius mentioned, for all I knew, lowering the family's shielding signed my family's death warrants.I tightened my link with the cove