Still posting from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy WiP. Cara is making her first visit to the shop her grandmother owned and left to her.
The chimes of the opening door hadn’t even died away before a woman emerged from the back. She was short, with a thin frame and chestnut-red hair pulled back in a bun, and Cara couldn’t even make a guess at her age – she seemed to be older than Jacob but younger than she was. She was, however, fairly certain that she didn’t remember her – or the shop – from her childhood. But the most disconcerting thing was that somehow Cara found it difficult to look directly at her.
“Tamira,” Jacob said. “I want you to meet Cara, Belle’s granddaughter.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” There was a lyrical quality to Tamira’s voice, almost hypnotic. “Belle was so looking forward to your visit.”
“I know.” Cara bowed her head, forcing down a wave of regret. “I wish I would have contacted her sooner, would have come home sooner.”
“All things happen when they’re supposed to,” Tamira said. “And we are always where we need to be when we need to be there. Regret doesn’t change the past.”
“Does it do anything to the present or the future?”
“Only if it makes you more aware of how your actions create ripples.”
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