Keeper's Justice
Copyright© 2025 by Charly Young
Chapter 4: Elisabeth
After the phone conversation with Lachlan, Elisabeth Van Horn rejoined the bracelet party. Wraith, Katherine, and her sister Emily were busy stringing beads to make friendship bracelets. The table, a hundred-year-old white oak dining table, had a selection of assorted beads and leather thongs for friendship bracelets spread out over it. The Taylor Swift concert had been an enormous hit with the girls. With all of them, really. Wraith, in particular, had been enchanted by the spectacle of the concert. The girls were singing and laughing. The finished bracelets sat in one of her crystal bowls, glowing with the power Katrinka had unconsciously imbued into them. Her magic as a maker was blossoming out in new directions every day.
“That was Lan. He’s on his way down here. Wanted to make sure we were going to be around.”
“That’s odd. He’s been avoiding us for months. Did he say why?”
“He didn’t say.”
Katherine frowned. “Typical Lan. Dealing with him lately is like talking to this table. Enough about him. We have bigger issues. Mandy called. Things are increasingly grim in Emory. Everybody is fighting with each other. The manna surge is in full flow. She wants us up there.”
“Think we should go?”
“Maybe. I’d like more information, though. I wish Niamh was here. Has she called?”
“No, and I’m getting worried.”
Their newly formed cyfamod contained an unlikely assemblage of females: Niamh Harpe, a panther-shifter; Katherine Keenan, a warrior witch; Wraith, a half-blood Asrai and cold-blooded assassin; and finally, Katrinka, a nine-year-old wolf shifter who possessed some unusual magical abilities.
The deirfiúracha m’fhuil binding that she had cast last year in Oldtown had melded them into something much closer than a normal coven. It had given them access to much power and had kept them safe, but it had come at a price.
That closeness had been the first challenge when they arrived back in Seattle. The lack of privacy, an unforeseen consequence of the binding, meant that their inner lives were now an open book to the others. No secrets anymore. While Katherine and Elisabeth were used to living in a coven, the same was not true for Niamh and Wraith. They were, by nature, solitary beings. Living like this rubbed them raw. Finally, Katherine and Elisabeth had saved them from open conflict by putting their heads together and coming up with a mind-filter spell that gave everybody some privacy. But not before the memories of each of their sexy times with Lachlan Quinn bubbled up.
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