Changeling 8 by Cate Tiernan

Author:Cate Tiernan [Tiernan, Cate]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Hunter shook his head, looking out the car window at the darkness. "Want to go have

something to eat?" he surprised me by saying.

"I already ate. I've been studying all afternoon, trying to get caught up."

"Deities? Correspondences? Basic forms of spel craft?"

"Uh, American history. For school."

Hunter nodded and looked away, and I felt that once again I had disappointed him somehow.

Sometimes it seemed like everything I did was wrong.

"I flunked a test today, so I'm trying to catch up." Hoping to make Hunter smile, I said, "I'm so tempted to do a tàth meànma on my teacher so I wouldn't have to study the rest of the year."

His eyes flicked to me. "Morgan. Doing a tàth meànma with a regular human would likely

leave that person an drooling vegetable."

"I was just kid---"

"Rules about things like that exist for a reason," he went on. "Witches have been using magick for thousands of years. Witches far more experienced than you have created these

guidelines to benefit everyone. They saw what could happen if magick was unchecked."

"I was just kidding," I said stiffly. Sometimes Hunter seemed so inflexible and humorless. He wasn't, I knew, but he definitely seemed that way sometimes.

"Things are very clear for you, aren't they?" I asked almost wistful y. "Decisions seem clear, the right path is in front of you, you don't have to agonize over what's right or wrong."

He was silent for a few minutes. I cracked a window so we wouldn't die of carbon monoxide

poisoning. "Is that how I seem to you?" he asked softly, his words barely reached me.

I nodded.

"It isn't true." His words were like velvety leaves, fal ing between us in the darkness.

"Sometimes nothing is clear. Sometimes there is no right path, no correct decision.

Sometimes I absolutely want what I shouldn't have and do what I shouldn't do. Sometimes I

want to reach out, grab power from the air; and bend everything around me to my will." He

gave a slight smile as I reacted to his words. "So far I haven't," he said more lightly. "Most of the time I do al right. But not always, and not without a struggle."

I'd never known this about him, and of course it made me fall even more in love with him

than I already had. He had vulnerabilities. He wasn't perfect. Oh, Goddess, I wanted him so

much.

"That's what magick is," he said. "Many choices, through your lifetime. How you are

determines how you make them."

Wicca is full of pithy sayings like that. I was tempted to write them al down in a book and

watch it become a bestsel er : Chicken Soup for the Witch's Soul.

But I knew what he meant. I got it. I rubbed my hands down on my jeans. "I'l go call Kil ian."

"All right. Be careful. Cal me if you need me. Don't do anything that feels unsafe."

I smiled wanly. "Yes, Dad."

In a move so fast I didn't see it, Hunter was across the seat, his arm around my back, holding

me against him, hard. As I gasped in

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