More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft.
Picking up from last week when Cara was “caught” crawling out of a tunnel formed by the branches of a bush.
“Ah, so that’s where you went. Playing in the hedge?”
She looked up and flushed as she saw Jacob leaning against the oak, the cat rubbing against his legs.
He chuckled and offered her a hand to help her up. “What have you got there?” he asked, nodding at the box.
“Treasures.” She glanced back at the tunnel. “Who’s your friend?”
The cat abandoned Jacob and moved to rub its head against her legs.
“Harry. Seems she’s taken a liking to you.”
“She was on the back porch when I came out so I gave her a pan of water. I should have called you to pick up some cat food.”
Jacob chuckled. “Don’t worry about Harry, she’s well fed.” He glanced at the tunnel she had just crawled out of. “I should have known this was where I’d find you, even without Harry leading me to you. This was your favorite part of the gardens when you were little.”
“I didn’t even really remember this until I was sitting in the oak tree a while ago but once I found the opening to the tunnel…” She shrugged. “My mind didn’t remember, but apparently my body did. The tunnel was bigger twenty years ago, though.”
Jacob laughed and gave her shoulders a squeeze. “Memories come back when you’re ready for them,” he told her. “And when they’re needed. Nothing is ever truly lost or forgotten.”
When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.
But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand
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