Dead to the Witch: Paranormal Women's Fiction (Supernatural Midlife Relic Hunter) (Shrouded Nation Book 18) by Brenda Trim & Tia Didmon

Author:Brenda Trim & Tia Didmon [Trim, Brenda & Didmon, Tia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bold Butterfly Publishing Inc.
Published: 2024-04-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10

My heart thumped loudly at the mere thought of Spencer returning to our home. The air seemed to crackle with anticipation, the room’s silence echoing the weight of my answer. How did I make a decision that could affect my daughter’s life? How did I live with the hurt I would cause Spencer if I refused?

Surrounded by the hushed stillness, my friends exchanged glances that spoke volumes, their expressions mirroring the moment’s gravity. The quiet was so thick it felt almost tangible, a shared acknowledgment of the profound moment that hung in the balance.

My vampire husband stood with an otherworldly grace and quiet strength. His eyes, pools of darkness that held both the mystery of immortality and the tenderness we had always shared, waited patiently for my response.

As I met Spencer’s gaze, the quiet intensity of his presence enveloped me like a familiar embrace. The connection between us, forged through trials and triumphs, whispered promises of a love that transcended the boundaries of time.

“Let’s ask Delia,” I said, feeling like a fish floundering on the shore.

Spencer smiled. “I would never leave the property without her permission, but I wanted to ask you first.” He went to the coffee table where his phone was sitting and grabbed it before texting.

I drank my wine quietly as Faith and Eve finished their dinner. Nobody spoke, and within minutes, a knock was on the door. Spencer opened it, and Delia entered.

The lead vampire was absolutely stunning in a tailored white bodysuit with flowing pant legs and a crystal belt. Her high heels were high-end as well, and Faith arched an eyebrow when she entered.

“Jesus Delia. You got a cover shoot later?”

Delia smiled. “I am hosting a private party, but I appreciate the compliment. How can I help you this evening, Spencer?”

Spencer motioned to Tegan. “I am trying to help my wife find an artifact. It’s of Sumerian origin, and the majority of my transcripts are at our home. I was hoping to go home with Tegan and the ladies for a few hours. I will return before midnight.”

Delia was quiet for some time, and her lack of acquiescence alerted me that she was not confident in stability. She glanced toward the door. “I wish to help you, Spencer, and you have acclimated surprisingly well under the circumstances. But I will only allow an outing if you have a chaperone.”

Spencer’s eyes flickered. “I have done nothing to warrant a babysitter since I was given my suite.”

Delia nodded. “While that is true, you don’t understand the… precariousness of life outside the mansion. You are not ready for such stimuli. That is my answer. Take it or leave it.”

Spencer blinked. “I’m sorry Delia. I have no right to question your authority. I am fortunate you saved me and are mentoring me personally. It won’t happen again.”

I could have kissed the vampire leader. I wanted Spencer’s help, but I was still nervous. Having an outsider with a leash on Spencer may sound cruel, but it made me feel safer.

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