absolute…best.”
Oh yeah. There it was. That was his girl.
The witch kept talking. “Tell the guys I said hey and give Marlene a hug for me and let her and Circe know I’m all right.”
Another sucked in breath and then the witch went on.
“And I promise I’m all right, Pop. Promise. I’m… well, Daddy, what can I say? I’m home.”
The woman’s shoulders slumped, her head dropped then it shot up and she blinked, her blind eyes focusing on nothing but no longer hazed by her trance.
“Did it work?” she asked, face alight.
When Harold Quinn answered, his voice was gruff, “Yeah.”
The old woman paused as if attempting to sense his mood, the brightness in her face faded when she succeeded in this endeavor then she nodded.
Then quietly she said, “We’re lucky it worked.”
He nodded back though she couldn’t see him. He’d heard her.
Communication with that world was difficult. Messages were received only randomly, messages sent might never be known if they were heard.
Tunahn and Isis and his Circe happy with her king.
Yeah, he was lucky it worked.
“You want to try again…” she trailed off and he nodded again even though she couldn’t see him, somehow he knew she sensed this too.
Harold was right for she smiled a gentle smile.
Then she reached out blindly, touched his arm and whispered,
“I’ll never be far, father of the golden Circes.”
Then she turned and walked quietly out of his garage, her cane clicking on the floor as she went.
Harold watched the door close behind her before he walked into his daughter’s office and settled in her chair behind her desk after pulling out his wallet. He flipped it open, gently tugged out the oft-touched photo and looked into a pair of familiar golden eyes.
“She’s happy, Andie,” he whispered to his wife.
Andromeda Quinn did what she always did.
She smiled back at him, her beautiful eyes lit with that bright, golden light Harold Quinn loved so fucking much.
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About the Author
Kristen Ashley lives in the beautiful West Country of England with her husband and her cat. She came to England by way of Denver, where she lived for twelve years, but she grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana. Her family and friends are loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write.
Kristen’s Mom moved her and her brother and sister in with their grandparents when she was six. Her grandparents had a daughter much younger than her Mom so they all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched). Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.
And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.
Discover other Titles by Kristen Ashley atSmashwords.com
The Rock Chick Series:
Rock Chick
Rock Chick Rescue
Rock Chick Redemption
Rock Chick Renegade
Rock Chick Revenge
The ‘Burg Series:
For You
At Peace
Golden Trail
The Colorado Mountain Series:
The Gamble
Sweet Dreams
Fantasyland Series:
Wildest Dreams
Fantastical
Other Titles by Kristen Ashley:
Lacybourne Manor
Mystery Man
Penmort Castle
Sommersgate House
