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were torn from his throat. Forgive me, enfant & I am despicable & to take advantage of
you now when you are & I & forgive me !
And he was gone.
Gone & I crunched into a fetal position, grabbed my pillow, and held it to my naked
torso & because I had so wanted him to stay.
* * *
I moped around all evening. I scarcely touched my dinner as I wondered where he had
gone and why. Well, I knew why. Obviously, he didn t have enough feelings for me
and was honor-bound (knowing his standards) to keep me at a distance.
Well, that was all wrong. I was all grown up & I knew the consequences, and besides,
it was probably too late. He could just forget about sparing my feelings . I was already
too far gone and now just a bit too hurt. The fact of the matter was plain. I was far too
taken with his big Royal Self and that was it in a nutshell!
I guessed that made me a fool. I had never been a fool before. I d always had my head
on straight. I hadn t had that many romantic encounters, but the ones (one) I had, I knew
full well what I was doing and never got so sucked in.
Now, what do I do? I d let myself fall for someone who couldn t want me in a
thousand years &
I d given him an open invitation to my bed, and he d run away as though I were a
death knell. Where the hell had he gone? Was it to some Fae beauty?
I clicked on the TV and found Cowboys and Aliens on the pay channel. Loved that
movie.
Tried to get into it again.
This is ridiculous, I told myself. I wasn t sitting there all alone while he was no doubt
getting some female Fae to & to & oh no & I couldn t finish that , because the notion
made me want to cry. Awful. I didn t cry I just didn t& usually.
I got up, snatched up my car keys, and a few moments later was slamming out of the
house and into my Jeep! Time to hit the pub.
I didn t get far, just off MacDaun land, when I saw something in the distance. It
glowed red. Odd, it looked like something in a syfy movie, but there it was glowing red. I
told myself I d better take it slow. I know I was frowning, because all my warning senses
were going off in my head. I had slowed the car, and now I came to a full stop. It was like
a red aura had enveloped the building and yet, it seemed to come from inside &
It hovered inside and outside. This was my neighbor s outbuilding, a large and aged
toolshed at the back of their bed-and-breakfast inn. Should I investigate?
What the heck? I asked myself as I put my car into park alongside the road and
watched, but I didn t have to watch. I knew in my gut and with my Fae sense & this was
without any doubt black magic!
My first thought was Unseelies, so imagine my surprise a few moments later when I
encountered something I had never seen or expected here in our small village. Two
figures enswathed in black robes exited the toolshed, picked up something, and went
back inside. Now hold on here, the MacClennys had to know about this & unless,
unless they were being held captive?
Next, my Fae hearing picked up on the chanting, and I knew at once it was Romany
the language of gypsies. Could it be a simple explanation? Didn t want to go charging in
unless I was sure something nefarious was going on here. Perhaps the MacClennys had
guests that practiced some kind of harmless gypsy incantations when everyone was
asleep? Naw I know better.
This was too much of a coincidence, considering everything that was going on in my
quiet little town, and I didn t believe in too many coincidences, especially of this
magnitude. I mean, come on we had Unseelies on the loose, and now gypsy black
magic?
I left my Jeep parked along the road and shifted to the MacClennys outbuilding,
invoking the Féth Fiada to hide my presence.
After that, the rest should have been easy right? Wrong. Nothing was ever easy. It
was a fact of life that kept slapping me in the face life was hard, harder for some than
others, but never easy for anyone.
I peered through a dirty window and saw both Mr. and Mrs. MacClenny dressed in
black robes, but their hoods were off their heads, as were the hoods of a couple of others I
did not recognize. I counted thirteen people all dressed in dark robes, and I couldn t tell
who the hooded ones were. Then all of them pulled their hoods on and low so their faces
were hidden. One of them the tallest in the group wore a red ornamental robe with
odd embroidery throughout, and he seemed to be in charge, as he directed them with
merely a lift of his hand.
It was obvious to me, although I had never encountered one before, that this was a
witch s coven. Yup, a coven, and it was here in MacDaun Village. It was so totally
unexpected that I actually was stunned speechless. It didn t matter as there was no one to
speak to, but if there had been you get the picture.
Their leader I suppose a warlock held some kind of urn over a pit in the center of
the toolshed. They were all chanting a gypsy spell & a dark spell. What the hell was
going on here? And then an answer presented itself to me when a portal in the middle of [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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were torn from his throat. Forgive me, enfant & I am despicable & to take advantage of
you now when you are & I & forgive me !
And he was gone.
Gone & I crunched into a fetal position, grabbed my pillow, and held it to my naked
torso & because I had so wanted him to stay.
* * *
I moped around all evening. I scarcely touched my dinner as I wondered where he had
gone and why. Well, I knew why. Obviously, he didn t have enough feelings for me
and was honor-bound (knowing his standards) to keep me at a distance.
Well, that was all wrong. I was all grown up & I knew the consequences, and besides,
it was probably too late. He could just forget about sparing my feelings . I was already
too far gone and now just a bit too hurt. The fact of the matter was plain. I was far too
taken with his big Royal Self and that was it in a nutshell!
I guessed that made me a fool. I had never been a fool before. I d always had my head
on straight. I hadn t had that many romantic encounters, but the ones (one) I had, I knew
full well what I was doing and never got so sucked in.
Now, what do I do? I d let myself fall for someone who couldn t want me in a
thousand years &
I d given him an open invitation to my bed, and he d run away as though I were a
death knell. Where the hell had he gone? Was it to some Fae beauty?
I clicked on the TV and found Cowboys and Aliens on the pay channel. Loved that
movie.
Tried to get into it again.
This is ridiculous, I told myself. I wasn t sitting there all alone while he was no doubt
getting some female Fae to & to & oh no & I couldn t finish that , because the notion
made me want to cry. Awful. I didn t cry I just didn t& usually.
I got up, snatched up my car keys, and a few moments later was slamming out of the
house and into my Jeep! Time to hit the pub.
I didn t get far, just off MacDaun land, when I saw something in the distance. It
glowed red. Odd, it looked like something in a syfy movie, but there it was glowing red. I
told myself I d better take it slow. I know I was frowning, because all my warning senses
were going off in my head. I had slowed the car, and now I came to a full stop. It was like
a red aura had enveloped the building and yet, it seemed to come from inside &
It hovered inside and outside. This was my neighbor s outbuilding, a large and aged
toolshed at the back of their bed-and-breakfast inn. Should I investigate?
What the heck? I asked myself as I put my car into park alongside the road and
watched, but I didn t have to watch. I knew in my gut and with my Fae sense & this was
without any doubt black magic!
My first thought was Unseelies, so imagine my surprise a few moments later when I
encountered something I had never seen or expected here in our small village. Two
figures enswathed in black robes exited the toolshed, picked up something, and went
back inside. Now hold on here, the MacClennys had to know about this & unless,
unless they were being held captive?
Next, my Fae hearing picked up on the chanting, and I knew at once it was Romany
the language of gypsies. Could it be a simple explanation? Didn t want to go charging in
unless I was sure something nefarious was going on here. Perhaps the MacClennys had
guests that practiced some kind of harmless gypsy incantations when everyone was
asleep? Naw I know better.
This was too much of a coincidence, considering everything that was going on in my
quiet little town, and I didn t believe in too many coincidences, especially of this
magnitude. I mean, come on we had Unseelies on the loose, and now gypsy black
magic?
I left my Jeep parked along the road and shifted to the MacClennys outbuilding,
invoking the Féth Fiada to hide my presence.
After that, the rest should have been easy right? Wrong. Nothing was ever easy. It
was a fact of life that kept slapping me in the face life was hard, harder for some than
others, but never easy for anyone.
I peered through a dirty window and saw both Mr. and Mrs. MacClenny dressed in
black robes, but their hoods were off their heads, as were the hoods of a couple of others I
did not recognize. I counted thirteen people all dressed in dark robes, and I couldn t tell
who the hooded ones were. Then all of them pulled their hoods on and low so their faces
were hidden. One of them the tallest in the group wore a red ornamental robe with
odd embroidery throughout, and he seemed to be in charge, as he directed them with
merely a lift of his hand.
It was obvious to me, although I had never encountered one before, that this was a
witch s coven. Yup, a coven, and it was here in MacDaun Village. It was so totally
unexpected that I actually was stunned speechless. It didn t matter as there was no one to
speak to, but if there had been you get the picture.
Their leader I suppose a warlock held some kind of urn over a pit in the center of
the toolshed. They were all chanting a gypsy spell & a dark spell. What the hell was
going on here? And then an answer presented itself to me when a portal in the middle of [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]