Immortal Hunter by Eddy Patricia D. & Coven Midnight

Author:Eddy, Patricia D. & Coven, Midnight
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-07T00:00:00+00:00

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His hours of broken sleep didn’t bring any clarity. Only memories of tortured dreams. Some big arsehole with an attitude wielding a thick leather strap as Kára screamed. The sounds of chains rattling. Of other women whimpering softly.

He stumbled downstairs a little after noon, slipped behind the bar, and poured himself two fingers of scotch. The liquor burned the back of his throat, but it did nothing to dispel his memories.

“You’re starting a little early today, son,” Alfie said from the corner of the empty pub. “You know that comes out of your pay, right?”

Ewan pulled a twenty-dollar note from his back pocket and slapped it onto the bar. “It’s either the drink or me sanity.”

“That bad? Must be over a woman.” Alfie pushed to his feet with a quiet groan and shuffled over to join Ewan. “Well, go on, then. Pour us both another. On the house.”

He did as he was told, and after he and Alfie had emptied their glasses, Ewan dropped his head into his hands. “Do ya’ believe in fate?”

The old man nodded. “If I didn’t, I never would have hired you. Fate introduced me to my Helen when we both lived in Ontario. We had thirty years together before She intervened again and took her from me. But I have my memories.” Alfie pulled out his wallet and removed a faded, wrinkled photograph. “Our wedding day.”

Ewan brushed his finger over their happy faces. “She was a bonny lass, sir.”

“That she was.” Alfie sighed, but his wrinkled lips curved into a smile. “She was also from a very wealthy family. But me? I didn’t have a dollar to my name when we met. Her parents tried to keep us apart—said they’d disown her if she kept seeing me—but when I asked her to marry me, she suggested we elope. We came to Newfoundland, settled in St. John’s, and worked our way up from nothing to owning this pub. Every single day with her was a gift.”

The empty space where Ewan thought his heart should be ached more with every minute he spent away from Kára. “If ya’ had it to do over again, sir…?”

“Not a damn thing I’d do differently, young man. Your heart,” Alfie poked Ewan in the chest, “is usually a hell of a lot smarter than your head…at least when it comes to love.”

Taking the bottle of scotch and tucking it back onto the shelf, Alfie headed into the kitchen, leaving Ewan more confused than ever.

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