Brotherhood
Book Three of the Hayle Coven Destinies
Normally the cushion of my favorite chair in my sunny living room felt soft, inviting me to curl up in it, flop to one side with my legs hooked over the arm while one or both of my children piled into my lap with a fluffy silver Persian perched on top for good measure.
As I sipped my coffee that tasted vaguely of ashes thanks to the burning in my veins, for the first time ever the seat felt more like a plank of concrete. Probably because my muscles were so tensed they vibrated.
The reason for my tension-both of them-sat delicately on the edge of the sofa across from me. Sonja O'Dane's smile screamed falsehood, as fake as the dyed-blonde of her hair and puff of her overly-plumped lips. My darling Liam's mother disappeared from my life
