More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy that I hope to have out later this year. Picking up from last week’s snippet. (Yes, I know Tamira’s line is awkward, but it’s a first draft. It’ll get better.)
Jacob laughed. “Ah, Cara. You’ll learn soon enough.” He sobered. “You’ll learn far too much far too soon, I fear.”
“She’ll be ready,” Tamira said. “When she’s ready to learn, we’ll teach her, and by the time she needs the knowledge she’ll be ready to receive it.”
“What are you two talking about?”
“Something we shouldn’t be,” Jacob replied, locking eyes with Tamira. “Especially since I ran into Henry Rupert and he had a cancellation so if you’d like to go see him now he’s available.”
For a moment Cara felt as if there was some sort of flow of energy between Jacob and Tamira and that she was in the middle of it. She closed her eyes, suddenly light headed and dizzy, and then she felt Jacob’s hand on her arm, steadying her so she didn’t fall, and then she was outside in the sunshine and fresh breeze.
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