Shaman's Touch by Tracey H. Kitts

Author:Tracey H. Kitts
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: new adult paranormal, dark fantasy paranormal romance, witch faerie romance series, magical realism, fairy romance, urban fantasy series, modern witches, faerie prince
Publisher: Tracey H. Kitts
Published: 2018-07-05T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

While he drove, Liam continued to fill me in on all the reasons his relationship to Oberon could put him in danger.

“You remember that first night when I introduced you to Nym?”

“Sure. You said you were already on your way to meet him when I called.”

“Remember that rumor we discussed, about someone wanting to steal my magic?”

I nodded.

“The reason that is so dangerous has more to do with the entire fae kingdom than with preserving my life. If someone steals my soul and my magic they also steal my link to the king. That means they magically inherit my place as his successor in the event of his death.”

I gasped. “But would they be strong enough to kill a faerie king?”

Liam looked as if he didn’t want to believe it, but then said, “With my power, it’s possible. That all depends on who is doing the stealing.”

From there it didn’t take long to reach the farm and I spent the rest of the ride contemplating what he’d said and trying not to be nervous. I realized that what I saw at club Red was only a fraction of what Liam was capable of. What kind of power would it take to kill a faerie king? I imagined someone didn’t have a position like that for who knows how many millennia without being a mega badass. And Liam might have the power to defeat him. Wow.

We turned onto a small private drive and my breath caught as I took in the scenery. Even though the weather was colder than normal, everything wasn’t dead. I decided then to get out of the city more often. Shades of crimson, gold, and green decorated the woods surrounding the farm. I smiled as I looked at what had to be hundreds of bright orange pumpkins. I have always loved fall, and one of the main reasons was seeing all the beautiful pumpkins at the farmer’s market and grocery stores.

Before I could comment on the scenery Liam tapped my arm.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” he asked, smiling.

“It’s amazing. I didn’t know there was a place like this close by. They’re gorgeous,” I said as we passed two flatbed trailers rounded over with pumpkins.

“The white ones are behind the house,” he said.

The trail leading to the house went right through the middle of the field and I continued to smile like a child as I looked at all the pumpkins.

“I love this place already,” I said. “Something about the color orange makes me smile.”

“Me too. This farm has always had that effect on me. It’s been in the family for more than a hundred years. It’s a place that has seen a lot of happiness. I suppose you could say it literally accumulates good cheer.”

“Are you serious?”

“You can’t stop smiling, can you?”

He had a point. I turned and looked out the window again. “How could that be possible?”

“Because one of the few remaining temples to the old gods is here, on the back side of the property. The farm is located in what is known as a place of power.

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