More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft. (One of my writing goals for this year is to get it finished, beta read, revised, and published.)
This picks up from last week’s snippet.
Tamira turned, a silver chain in her hand.
“Belle wanted to make sure you had this,” she said, handing it to her. “But only if you found the pendant that belonged with it.” She nodded toward the stone in Cara’s hand.
“My father made this,” Cara said, frowning.
“I know. He mined the crystal, charged it with its purpose, wrapped it with wire, and gave it to you. When your mother took you away, Belle was afraid she’d find it and throw it away.”
Cara shook her head. “I hid it in the garden. I was afraid she’d do the same thing.”
“You didn’t trust your mother, did you?”
Cara hesitated. “She was never… We were never close. I spent most of my time with my father or grandmother or Jacob. She never seemed to care much. And when my father died…” She frowned. “I don’t remember much of what went on, but I know she was… angry.” Her frown deepened as she found herself struggling with a wide range of emotions she couldn’t quite identify as memories came back to her. “I remember… I remember her yelling a lot, saying that she hated him, like she blamed him for dying, like it was his fault that he died.”
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