Cienna's Amulet, A Christmas Romance (Raymara Barwil Romance) Read Online Free PDF

close to where they needed to go and so they trekked for more than an hour to reach Sennen Cove. Miguel, who seemed to know exactly where to go, had grown increasingly quiet as they got closer to their destination and his mood seemed to grow dark. They had walked in silence for the final half hour across snow covered fields until Miguel had stopped at a particularly large oak tree and closed his eyes.
     
    Joseph is near, I can feel him. He opened his eyes.
    “Cienna your father is near. Air faeries are able to communicate with each other by telepathy. Be ready.” Before he finished speaking, a hooded figure in a cloak had moved from behind the tree. Cienna immediately lifted her right hand and willed her ring to trigger its fire against this dark force. Nothing happened. She didn’t feel warm in the slightest now and for the first time she could feel the real chill of the winter air.
     
    “Get back, pestrior,” she hissed, as the cloaked figure drew closer. She saw with relief that it was a human hand that emerged and pulled the cloak off. The man under the cloak had a head of white hair and was not much taller than her.
    “I’m no pestrior...my daughter.” He ran to her and squeezed her, laughing and crying and lifted her off her feet.
     
    As his words sank in, she did not resist and hugged him back gently. Despite herself she had cried like a little girl. Miguel had walked a few yards away and stood watching them, smiling wryly. He had completed his mission and he was happy for both of them, but for some reason he felt jealous. I’m losing her already... There’s no way that Joseph will free her to be with me. Not when he has finally got her back. She deserves time to be with him, but I want her to myself. How can I go back to my life and be happy without her?
     
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    Listening to her father in the castylly that first night, Cienna’s whole life had become clear to her; her father had always loved her, Damawyn was right all along. She had never really felt she belonged anywhere and had been unable to commit herself to working for anyone full time. Working freelance had given Cienna a feeling of freedom and her Damawyn had never pushed her to follow a particular career.
     
    Damawyn always told me to follow my heart and do what I felt was right. This feels so right. Kilkhampton was perfect, but this feels like my true home. She had decided that she would write to Alice and Bethany asking them to watch over her house while she was away, as she had gone to travel the world. They would not question it as they knew how impulsive she could be and Cienna had always spoken about this dream with them.
     
    “Was Miguel a good companion? He’s like a son to me and I knew I could trust him to bring you safely to me.”
    “Oh yes, I really enjoyed his company, although I thought he was stark raving mad when he first approached me with your message!” She laughed to cover up her blushes as she thought about what an excellent companion Miguel had been.
     
    After accompanying Cienna and her father to the castylly, Miguel had left to return to Spain where he was taking care of Joseph’s former forestland with the other faeries that still lived there. He had said a quick goodbye to Cienna with a pat on her shoulder. As her father was around he did not dare to embrace or kiss her, although his heart was breaking inside.
     
    Cienna had been saddened, but her joy at meeting her father could not be quenched. I tasted what true love could be like , but maybe it is just not in my destiny. I will hold on to the memories of the hours I spent with him, but I have so much to learn now, I cannot dwell on what could have been...
    “Yes, father. He really took care of me. He’s a good man,” she continued, with a small sigh.
     
    “I am now unable to leave Caer Sen Sennen, Cienna. That is why I could not come for you myself, after your Damawyn died. The Castylly Sprig-gan is now the only safe zone which the pestriors