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down by a pack of hunters. Royce and his brothers got
there only after the hunters had taken the black dragon and your old man
was lying unconscious with silver arrows in his backside. After they removed
the hardware and applied the poultice, they poked around the cave and found
where Kyran has been hiding out.”
Kyra paused and a familiar look from her childhood crossed
her face. Calysta knew immediately that her daughter was trying to decide what
parts to tell her and what to leave out. Needing to know it all, no matter how
bad it was, the Priestess shook her head and gave a half chuckle. “Out with it, all of it, Kyra. I’m going to find out anyway.”
Barking out a laugh, Kyra said, “Ha! So true, I never could
hide anything from you.” She reached across and patted her mom’s hand
then said, “From what they can figure out, and remember this is only the guys’
speculation, Kyran had Maddox strung up.” She paused and opened her eyes wide
then said, “Like, you know, a hostage.”
Calysta laughed out loud and then laughed harder at the
shocked looks on both her daughter’s and her sister’s face. The Priestess knew
they were expecting her to blow a gasket. Hell, she was expecting to do it
herself, but just the thought of her know-it-all, full-of-himself, blow-hard
mate sneaking out to play Superman and save the day all by his lonesome and
instead getting caught by one of his own kin then held against his will
suddenly seemed hilarious, so the Priestess laughed until tears ran down her
face.
Catching her breath but still chuckling, she snickered,
“Serves the old coot right. Maybe next time he’ll take me with him.”
Della touched her shoulder and leaned closer before asking,
“Are you okay, honey? Can I get you some tea?”
Her sister’s tone implied that she thought Calysta was ready
for a straight-jacket and padded room, which only served to start the Priestess
on a renewed round of laughter that ended with both Kyra and Della laughing
along. Several minutes later, when their hilarity died down and they were all
catching their breath, the Priestess asked, “Any idea when they’ll be back? The
sun will be coming up soon and I’ll need to have a room at the clinic set up
for Maddox so Niall can check him out.”
“Couldn’t you just do that here?” Della asked.
“Yeah, Mom, that grumpy old dragon is gonna throw a fit if
he wakes up in the clinic.”
“Yeah, I know.” She giggled. “Isn’t it great.”
Laughing again, the three witches stood and headed into the
kitchen. Della started the kettle for tea while Calysta made a pot of coffee
and Kyra rooted through the refrigerator for something to make for breakfast.
She answered Calysta’s question from before as she emerged with an armload of
ingredients for omelets. “They’re waiting for Maddox to wake up but Roy says
they should be here by noon. I guess the old man is already moving around and
mumbling in his sleep.” She set the food on the counter, pulled out a cutting
board and knife, and began chopping. “Rian and Rory are scouting the area to
see which direction the hunters headed in with Kyran. They think it might be a
splinter group of Tariq O’Baoill’s.”
Leaning against the counter as the smell of coffee brewing
filled the kitchen, Calysta sighed. “I really hope not. The others have endured
so much.” She turned and took down her favorite mug from the cabinet then
checked the progress of her java before continuing, “There are still four
refuges in the clinic who can’t call their beasts. Healing is a slow process
without their magic. Poor little Annie, the bear shifter, is suffering from
severe depression at the absence. Niall has asked Claire and Audrey to take her
with them to the lake to see if being outside with all the girls will help lift
her spirits and hopefully give her the strength to let her magic flow.”
“If anyone can help her, it’s those ladies. The healing
power just rolls off of them,”
there only after the hunters had taken the black dragon and your old man
was lying unconscious with silver arrows in his backside. After they removed
the hardware and applied the poultice, they poked around the cave and found
where Kyran has been hiding out.”
Kyra paused and a familiar look from her childhood crossed
her face. Calysta knew immediately that her daughter was trying to decide what
parts to tell her and what to leave out. Needing to know it all, no matter how
bad it was, the Priestess shook her head and gave a half chuckle. “Out with it, all of it, Kyra. I’m going to find out anyway.”
Barking out a laugh, Kyra said, “Ha! So true, I never could
hide anything from you.” She reached across and patted her mom’s hand
then said, “From what they can figure out, and remember this is only the guys’
speculation, Kyran had Maddox strung up.” She paused and opened her eyes wide
then said, “Like, you know, a hostage.”
Calysta laughed out loud and then laughed harder at the
shocked looks on both her daughter’s and her sister’s face. The Priestess knew
they were expecting her to blow a gasket. Hell, she was expecting to do it
herself, but just the thought of her know-it-all, full-of-himself, blow-hard
mate sneaking out to play Superman and save the day all by his lonesome and
instead getting caught by one of his own kin then held against his will
suddenly seemed hilarious, so the Priestess laughed until tears ran down her
face.
Catching her breath but still chuckling, she snickered,
“Serves the old coot right. Maybe next time he’ll take me with him.”
Della touched her shoulder and leaned closer before asking,
“Are you okay, honey? Can I get you some tea?”
Her sister’s tone implied that she thought Calysta was ready
for a straight-jacket and padded room, which only served to start the Priestess
on a renewed round of laughter that ended with both Kyra and Della laughing
along. Several minutes later, when their hilarity died down and they were all
catching their breath, the Priestess asked, “Any idea when they’ll be back? The
sun will be coming up soon and I’ll need to have a room at the clinic set up
for Maddox so Niall can check him out.”
“Couldn’t you just do that here?” Della asked.
“Yeah, Mom, that grumpy old dragon is gonna throw a fit if
he wakes up in the clinic.”
“Yeah, I know.” She giggled. “Isn’t it great.”
Laughing again, the three witches stood and headed into the
kitchen. Della started the kettle for tea while Calysta made a pot of coffee
and Kyra rooted through the refrigerator for something to make for breakfast.
She answered Calysta’s question from before as she emerged with an armload of
ingredients for omelets. “They’re waiting for Maddox to wake up but Roy says
they should be here by noon. I guess the old man is already moving around and
mumbling in his sleep.” She set the food on the counter, pulled out a cutting
board and knife, and began chopping. “Rian and Rory are scouting the area to
see which direction the hunters headed in with Kyran. They think it might be a
splinter group of Tariq O’Baoill’s.”
Leaning against the counter as the smell of coffee brewing
filled the kitchen, Calysta sighed. “I really hope not. The others have endured
so much.” She turned and took down her favorite mug from the cabinet then
checked the progress of her java before continuing, “There are still four
refuges in the clinic who can’t call their beasts. Healing is a slow process
without their magic. Poor little Annie, the bear shifter, is suffering from
severe depression at the absence. Niall has asked Claire and Audrey to take her
with them to the lake to see if being outside with all the girls will help lift
her spirits and hopefully give her the strength to let her magic flow.”
“If anyone can help her, it’s those ladies. The healing
power just rolls off of them,”
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