time for you to
sleep now," Liz told her. "What would your parents say if they knew
I'd let you stay up so late?"
"They won't mind," the little girl fibbed.
But Liz only laughed and shook her head.
“ Go to sleep. I’ll tell
you another story tomorrow night.”
“ Will grandpa come in and
tuck me in too?”
Liz looked at the grizzle haired gray cat
curled up beside Morgan’s pillow.
“ Do you hear that, Mister?
You better go get your master. His granddaughter is asking for
him.”
Moving much slower than he had in his
younger years, the gray cat offered a gravelly old meow and jumped
down off from the bed. He padded out the door and down the hall,
where a moment later Liz knew her husband would emerge.
“ Are you looking for me
pumpkin?” John asked as he finally made his appearance. He was
finding it more difficult to get around these days, but he loved
spending time with their granddaughter whenever Morgan’s parents
took one of their many business trips together.
“ Grandpa!” The little girl
beamed. “Will you tell me a story?”
He offered a gruff old chuckle.
“ Sorry angel, but Grandma
would swat my ears if I kept you up any longer.” He crouched beside
the bed and brushed a kiss to her forehead. “Go to sleep now.
Tomorrow is Halloween and I’ll take you up to that spooky old mill
that your grandmother told you about in her story. Would you like
that?”
“ Yes!” The little girl
cheered, quickly pulling the covers up to her chin and closing her
eyes to feign sleep.
“ That old mill should have
been torn down years ago,” Liz grumbled and she turned on the
little night light in the corner and flipped off the bright
overhead lamp. “It’s a hazard now, despite their attempts to
renovate.”
“ But then where would the
kids go on Halloween to tell each other ghost stories and devour
sickening amounts of sugar?” John returned with a grin, following
her to the door.
As they stepped out into the hall his blue
eyes sparkled and he gave her a flirtatious wiggle of his brows.
“We should be getting to bed too, don’t you think?”
Liz gave him a look of mock horror and put a
finger to her lips. A quick look back into the room assured her
that the child had rolled over and was likely already asleep. Oh,
to be a child again and find a peaceful sleep so easily.
“ Will the coven be meeting
tomorrow night?” John asked as they made their way back down
towards their own bedroom.
“ Perhaps,” Liz mused. A
few of her dear friends had married and moved away, but those that
remained still loved to gather for their occasional Sabbats. “Do
you think that Morgan will someday grow up and be curious about our
rituals? After her mother married, she would never even discuss
coming back to the circle.”
“ Every child has to find
their own way,” John soothed her. “Just like we did.”
Liz smiled wistfully back down the hall.
“ She reminds me so much of
Mary at that age.”
“ She reminds me of you,”
John corrected, capturing her cheek against his palm. “I love you,
Liz. Have I told you so today?”
“ You’ve made that claim at
least a dozen times every day, since the day we were married,” she
teased. But it still made her heart warm to hear it
again.
“ I love you
too.”
Additional titles in the
Kitty Coven Series
It all started on a cold October’s eve in
1954.
That’s when a group of young witches cast a
powerful spell that would forever change their lives and the lives
of everyone in the small town of Aspire, New York.
Something Wicca This Way
Comes
A short prequel story
Using a token offering from a handsome new
stranger in town, a coven of young witches cast a spell to make
their home a beacon to others of his kind. But magic can be very
specific. By the time they discover that he's a feline shifter, the
spell has been set and Aspire, New York will never be the same.
The Bare Witch
Project
Book #1
Morgan is the granddaughter of an
Carol Wallace, Bill Wallance