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Authors: Janelle Daniels
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Contemporary, Ghosts, Psychics, Angels, Novella, sweet, enemies, loyalty, magick, Talisman, Estranged Mate, Epic Struggle, Magical Enhancer, Thieves Attack, Vicious Spells, Redwood Falls, Abandoned, Relic, Dark & Light Magick, Freelancing Business, Protect Mate, Dark Magick Wielder, Voltaire's Fortress, True One, Power Jeopardy, Precarious Balance
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the pull bringing them together. The desire to reach out, to connect, to join with him overwhelmed her. Being with him, his lips on hers, the pleasure, she shivered just thinking about it. All that feeling without linking magick.
Humming, she secured metalworking tools and shucked her gloves. She’d tinkered more than worked. Glancing at the hunk of gold in the fire, she chuckled. She'd have to start from scratch tomorrow. Her mind was too rosy to concentrate.
But who cared? She hugged her arms around her waist. She had all the time in the world to craft items. Life blossomed before her. Bright, shiny, beautiful.
All because of Zander.
Maybe she'd judged him too harshly. They'd been so young when he left, and back then, she couldn’t see past her own happiness. He’d loved her, but needed more, needed to set his mark on the world. She'd dreamed of accomplishing that together, but she’d been unfair to expect Zander to want the same thing.
She didn't blame him for leaving. Not anymore. How could she? Her life would be vastly different without the separation. She wouldn’t have honed her craft, purging her hurt, devastation, and anger in the forge. She would’ve been with him, happy, curled up in bed, taking care of babies.
Living life.
Her skill would’ve atrophied without the hard hours she’d devoted since his abandonment.
And the talisman wouldn’t exist without those abilities.
In a way, Zander’s absence assisted her in fulfilling her destiny.
Her heart softened. Maybe he deserved a second chance. Heaven knew she’d needed her fair share of them. Why shouldn’t Zander have the same opportunity?
In the time since his return to Redwood Falls, he’d saved her life and secured the bracelet. Perhaps he’d earned a little trust.
Celeste would be pissed, warning Persephone to keep her guard in place. And she would, to a point.
She’d lived alone, shuffling along all these years. She'd attempted to survive, to socialize to the best of her ability. But having experienced life with her mate, nothing compared. Nothing, not friendship nor hobbies, could fill the aching void.
Zander was her mate. They belonged together.
Grinning, she burst through the forge’s doors, breathing the mist-scented air in deep. Birds chirped happily in the late morning light. She wanted to sing, too.
Catching sight of her mailbox, she realized she hadn't checked her mail in almost a week. She bit her lip. Old George was probably annoyed with her. Her ancient mailman complained if she left her mail in the box overnight.
She'd have an apology handy when she ran into him next.
Humming again, she ambled around the outside of the house to the sidewalk to gather the mail, too full of thoughts of Zander to remember to check the boundary spell.
She had about thirty minutes until he picked her up.
She grinned, wondering how they’d behave with each other after last night. After that kiss.
She opened the mailbox door and magic jolted up her arm, transferring through her body. She screamed before power traveled to her lips, freezing her in place. Her mind reeled, panicked.
She had to get loose, get back inside.
Her stomach dropped. The boundary… it’d been tampered with.
A man advanced from the trees. Fear washed over her. Without movement or the ability to speak, she couldn’t protect herself.
His blue eyes flashed in triumph. "I'm sorry to have to do this."
You don't have to! Her mind screamed, but she couldn't force words from her mouth.
He leaned against her mailbox, his body loose, easy. He chuckled. "I was starting to worry your mail would pile up indefinitely."
He softly chanted a spell, and the ice in her veins thawed, replaced by an equally restrictive mystical netting. Her limbs relaxed to her sides with relief, but she couldn’t control them. "Come. We don't want to linger. Zander would have my ass if he found me here."
That’s exactly what she wanted. If only she could speak, delay him from taking her.
Humming, she secured metalworking tools and shucked her gloves. She’d tinkered more than worked. Glancing at the hunk of gold in the fire, she chuckled. She'd have to start from scratch tomorrow. Her mind was too rosy to concentrate.
But who cared? She hugged her arms around her waist. She had all the time in the world to craft items. Life blossomed before her. Bright, shiny, beautiful.
All because of Zander.
Maybe she'd judged him too harshly. They'd been so young when he left, and back then, she couldn’t see past her own happiness. He’d loved her, but needed more, needed to set his mark on the world. She'd dreamed of accomplishing that together, but she’d been unfair to expect Zander to want the same thing.
She didn't blame him for leaving. Not anymore. How could she? Her life would be vastly different without the separation. She wouldn’t have honed her craft, purging her hurt, devastation, and anger in the forge. She would’ve been with him, happy, curled up in bed, taking care of babies.
Living life.
Her skill would’ve atrophied without the hard hours she’d devoted since his abandonment.
And the talisman wouldn’t exist without those abilities.
In a way, Zander’s absence assisted her in fulfilling her destiny.
Her heart softened. Maybe he deserved a second chance. Heaven knew she’d needed her fair share of them. Why shouldn’t Zander have the same opportunity?
In the time since his return to Redwood Falls, he’d saved her life and secured the bracelet. Perhaps he’d earned a little trust.
Celeste would be pissed, warning Persephone to keep her guard in place. And she would, to a point.
She’d lived alone, shuffling along all these years. She'd attempted to survive, to socialize to the best of her ability. But having experienced life with her mate, nothing compared. Nothing, not friendship nor hobbies, could fill the aching void.
Zander was her mate. They belonged together.
Grinning, she burst through the forge’s doors, breathing the mist-scented air in deep. Birds chirped happily in the late morning light. She wanted to sing, too.
Catching sight of her mailbox, she realized she hadn't checked her mail in almost a week. She bit her lip. Old George was probably annoyed with her. Her ancient mailman complained if she left her mail in the box overnight.
She'd have an apology handy when she ran into him next.
Humming again, she ambled around the outside of the house to the sidewalk to gather the mail, too full of thoughts of Zander to remember to check the boundary spell.
She had about thirty minutes until he picked her up.
She grinned, wondering how they’d behave with each other after last night. After that kiss.
She opened the mailbox door and magic jolted up her arm, transferring through her body. She screamed before power traveled to her lips, freezing her in place. Her mind reeled, panicked.
She had to get loose, get back inside.
Her stomach dropped. The boundary… it’d been tampered with.
A man advanced from the trees. Fear washed over her. Without movement or the ability to speak, she couldn’t protect herself.
His blue eyes flashed in triumph. "I'm sorry to have to do this."
You don't have to! Her mind screamed, but she couldn't force words from her mouth.
He leaned against her mailbox, his body loose, easy. He chuckled. "I was starting to worry your mail would pile up indefinitely."
He softly chanted a spell, and the ice in her veins thawed, replaced by an equally restrictive mystical netting. Her limbs relaxed to her sides with relief, but she couldn’t control them. "Come. We don't want to linger. Zander would have my ass if he found me here."
That’s exactly what she wanted. If only she could speak, delay him from taking her.
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