The Void (Witching Savannah Book 3) by Horn J. D

Author:Horn, J. D. [Horn, J. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: 47North
Published: 2014-11-17T16:00:00+00:00

TWENTY

The rain had stopped, and though the air still felt chilly, a few rays of light reached out from behind the dissipating clouds. Claire and Colin had been beloved fixtures in Savannah, and even though not everyone from the church had followed us to the cemetery, still mourners stood in concentric circles eight deep around the open graves where Peter’s parents were to find their final rest. Maisie did her best to remain unobtrusive at the outer edge of the gathering.

I watched Iris’s eyes scan the crowd, reaching further and further back all the way across the cemetery to its entrance. I knew she was on the lookout for Sam, hoping he might decide to join us. She had phoned him, and left him a message with the time and place. Still, if he hadn’t made it to the church, I doubted he’d show up here, but I didn’t have the heart to strip Iris of hope. Sam might not have shared the common aversion to witches, but having your body taken over by a boo hag could push anyone over the edge. Iris felt the weight of my stare, and her eyes met mine. “You got to be tough to love a Taylor,” she said reaching out and patting my hand. “Guess our Sam just wasn’t tough enough.”

I wondered if Peter would, in the end, prove tough enough. His buddies had pulled him aside. They encircled him, and I felt sure they were carrying on an abbreviated graveside wake. Oliver had followed to watch over Peter, hopefully limiting Peter’s alcohol intake rather than facilitating it. I would have felt better if Adam too had been on hand; he had no magic, but he was a rock. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt where his allegiance lay, a certainty that felt like a near luxury in recent days. Sadly it was starting to look like his job would make him miss the entire gathering. I could only catch glimpses of Peter through the wall of friends surrounding him. I strained my eyes and willed the crowd to part.

“I hope it isn’t inappropriate for me to have come.” A voice broke through my intention and pulled me back to the present. I looked up to see Jessamine standing a bit off to my side. She had come close enough for us to hear her, but held cautiously back. “Listen, I know this is neither the time nor the place for a discussion, but”—she reached up, self-consciously patting her auburn hair—“I’m going home today. I fly out this afternoon.” She looked away from me to Iris. “I know you know . . . about me. Who I am. When we touched, I saw it in your eyes.” Her eyes fell back to mine. “I heard about all . . . this. I just wanted to offer my condolences. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come.”

I reached up quickly and caught her arm. “Why did you come? Not today. I mean before.”

Jessamine began to speak, then thought better of it.

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