Rideten, Three Weeks BeforeTalen shook his head ruefully as he strolled across the road to the witch’s house.Searching Kabramatta had been unsuccessful, and even stalking Morgana’s yoga teaching witch around the town for half Sunday had done nothing but cause him to marvel at the amount of self-grooming the woman did. Tony’s contacts in and around Havermouth had been unsuccessful, and Sigrid had advised him that her call to Abigail on Sunday morning had been met with assurances that they knew nothing of a Morgana Ivy.He had left Kabramatta for Rideten arriving late Sunday night, intending to see August, only to find that he was not there, and the man who had answered the phone had refused to say anything further.Exhausted, Talen had hired a room for the night and actually slept peacefully for the first time since Morgana had gone missing. The panic that had been a nagging backdrop to his thoughts inexplicably eased by the morning, and he felt clear headed when he woke.He hired a
Havermouth, Three Weeks Before“Nice place,” the driver said with admiration as they approached the safe house. The setting sun caught in the windows in a spectacular display of pinks and oranges. “Beautiful view from here.”“It is,” Talen agreed.“Town’s on the creep-list though,” the driver added as he followed the curve of the driveway. “Story is that the family massacred the natives when they took over the land here, and were cursed as a result. Then, not ten years later, beau from Rideten hadn’t heard from his dearly beloved for over a month, and decided to ride over with the regular traders who made the journey, and found the place abandoned.“A lot of old dried blood and a big bonfire with charred human bone, all the farm-animals, horses, chickens, and wandering free, and not a living person to be seen. Some think there was a plague of some sort, but then, if everyone died, what happened to the bodies of the last ones to cark it?” The driver said with relish as he parked. “So,
Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeTalen held her tightly to him, using his hold to lift her so that he could walk into the house and kick the door shut behind him. “I am happy to see you too, little demon,” he said as he did so. “When I came back on Friday, and you were gone…” He had despaired, panicked, and feared the worse, but he wouldn’t lay that on her. If his suspicions were correct, she was already carrying a heavy burden. “I flew to Kabramatta looking for you,” he confessed.“I know,” she was wrapped around him pressing her face into his chest. “My friend told me that she had seen you.”“Mhm,” he cupped her skull, lifting her face so that he could see her. “You decided to stay in Havermouth?” He needed to know her plans, to assure himself that she wouldn’t be taking off to Kabramatta without telling him.“I have stuff I need to do here before I leave.”“Hmm,” he used the pad of his thumb to wipe away her tears. “It just so happens that I’ve been asked to stay on for a while longe
Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeTalen waited to see if Morgana would tell him what had occurred, however she simply clung to him and wept herself to exhaustion. Alright my mate, he thought. He had not won her trust yet, and that was fine. Like making a vampire, some things were simply better when time was taken in their creation.He sat against the bedhead and held her cradled on his lap whilst she wept, stroking his fingers through her hair. The new position revealed a tattoo that he had not realized existed. Unlike the ones on her stomach, this one was just the outline, the color not yet filled in with the shading and detail that would bring the griffin alive.“Hmm,” he wondered if it were a sign that the tattoo artist intended to return. Well, that would not do, he decided. He would have to do something about that. As beautiful as the griffin would be, if the other artwork on his mate was anything to go by, Talen did not relish the idea of a man who possibly had taken his mate by fo
Havermouth, Three Weeks BeforeRhett’s bedroom door was still shut Cameron saw as he got home. He paused in the hallway, wearing nothing but his underwear as he’d taken off his clothes on the balcony and carried them straight through to the washing machine, starting the cycle as his mother had taught him to do.With Rhett sulking in his room, and Heath at work, there was no one to frown disapprovingly at him when he changed into his running gear and tiptoed back out of the house.They had stayed away from Aislen on Sunday night, knowing that Abigail would be watching them to make sure they obeyed, with Rhett shutting himself off in his bedroom, Cameron had slept in Heath’s bed, clinging to his mate, but both of them rendered silent by their loss.On Monday, Havermouth had buzzed with news of the Secret Keeper, but Cameron had been distracted by the nagging question of whether or not the Carter house was empty… He had driven by during the day, doing laps until he saw her car return fro
Havermouth, Present Time Cameron exploded with excitement throwing his arms around Aislen and lifting her against him as he twirled. “Yes!” He exclaimed. “Yes! I knew it! I knew, the moment you said in the MegaStore. Yes. I am,” he set her to the ground but didn’t release her, cupping her face in his hands and pressing his forehead against hers. “So happy, Aislen. So happy.” “Heath,” Rhett murmured gripping the vanity, pulling away from Heath. Aislen hands shook as she lifted them to grip Cameron’s shoulders, and she had gone very pale and quiet. “Morgana,” Talen reached out to stroke his hand through her hair, sharing Rhett’s concern. “How do you feel?” “I think I need to…” She said and her knees buckled, so that all four men reacted at once, almost tangling ineffectually in their efforts to all catch her before she hit the floor. Talen swept her up into his arms and Heath caught Rhett under the elbow, seeing his dark-haired mate sway. “Easy, Rhett,” Heath said, easing Rhett’s ar
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen woke from a deep sleep between Rhett and Cameron. A hole in the wooden divider wall shed a fragile light into the room, just enough so that she could run her worried gaze over Rhett. He was looking better, she decided, his face less waxy pale, his eyes less shadowed. His cheekbones still stood out too prominently against his skin, emphasized by the dark shadow of a couple of day’s stubble, but he didn’t seem to be losing more weight.She hovered on the edge of sleep and awake, admiring the heavy fall of his hair, and the fullness of his lips, until her bladder demanded action. Rhett’s eyes opened as she eased out from Cameron’s arm. She touched his cheek. “Go back to sleep. I’m just going to the bathroom.”Cameron sat up, bleary eyed. “Are you hungry?”“Not really,” Aislen ruffled her fingers through his hair. “But I’ll go downstairs and empty cans into the saucepan if you two are?”“Not yet,” Rhett’s eyes were almost closed and his face was relaxing ba
Havermouth, Present TimeAs the witches began the chant to focus their energy and direct it to her, Aislen closed her eyes and wrapped her fingers into the hem of the t-shirt that she wore, trying to picture Jessica in her mind’s eye, remembering the cheerful little girl with Rhett’s eyes and a pretty sundress, who had been fascinated by Aislen’s dresses…She felt the energy strike through her, throwing her head back under the rush of it, feeling her hair lift and drop with the static. For a moment, she remained, surrounded by the hum of chanting witches, with the now familiar smells of Leighton’s arcane components, dust and old newspaper, her bond telling her that Rhett and Cameron’s presence was reassuringly to the left and then...Jessica…Her breath huffed from her as her head and elbows struck against something, the thud hollow. One foot braced against a wall and her knee rested against another. She drew her back foot slowly and cautiously towards her body as she fought a wave of