Wolf Moon Rising by Delilah Devlin

Author:Delilah Devlin [Devlin, Delilah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Delilah Devlin
Published: 2017-12-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

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Much later that morning, Aoife cut flowers to make an arrangement for Father Guidry’s altar. Pink roses for gratitude for being a caring father to the community, red asters for his patience with their differences, orange petunias to provide him calm, and green chrysanthemums to celebrate their friendship.

In their five years living in Bonne Nuit, Father Guidry had never passed judgment on the sisters, and he’d helped them assimilate into the fabric of the town. His example of acceptance, despite the way they looked and dressed, and the fact they kept mostly to themselves, never once attending his mass, had gone a long way toward helping the town’s folk accept them.

In return, the witches did what they could to help him.

Bryn gave him advice and plantings for his garden. Miren brought him shrimp from her boats. Radha created a lovely length of fabric for his altar. Darcy made him coffee mugs. Aoife’s gifts were always flowers.

All the witches wove spells into their gifts to help him stay healthy and happy.

Working at a long table inside the green house, she wrapped the flower stems with green florist’s tape and hid spindly witch hazel flowers beneath the wrapping—just to make her smile, because she’d be the only one to know they were there. Lastly, she cut a couple of marigold blooms and put them in the pocket of her long, lavender-colored skirt.

When she stepped out of the green house, she waved at the laborers who were busy clearing out the last of the dead or dying vegetation from the flower beds outside. She continued on her way, smiling when she heard footsteps fall in behind her.

“Going to see the good father?” Logan asked, moving up beside her.

Logan was the third man assigned to guard her. With Hamdir away and Sigurd doing whatever had pulled him from her bed that morning, she felt a little lighter today with only a hawk to watch over her. She held up the flowers. “What gave me away?”

Everyone knew Fridays were her delivery day to the church.

Logan kept silent as they followed the paved road leading toward town. The walk was only a quarter of a mile and unless the weather was brutal, she preferred walking to driving, with her feet touching the earth. She preferred bare feet, but the weather was cooling.

She was glad of her companion’s silence as they walked. She thought about that morning, waking inside Sigurd’s embrace. Not since she was a child when she would crawl into her mother’s bed had she slept with another person. At first, she’d been startled to realize she wasn’t alone, and then she’d been thrilled.

Sigurd had yawned behind her, kissed her cheek, then left the bed. He’d dressed, then sat on the side of the bed to tell her he had an errand to run that day, and that he wouldn’t see her until later in the evening.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” she asked.

He caressed her cheek. “Are you disappointed I didn’t?” His dark eyebrow rose.

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