From the Author
Dressed in jeans and a black pullover shirt, Reese was in desperate need of a shave. "I have been up and travelling since I received your message. Aren't you at least going to invite me in?"
"Not until you tell me what's really going on."
"Please, you have to go while you still can."
"I am not going anywhere until you talk to me."
"I told you everything in the message," Bree lied. "I'm not interested in archaeology anymore." She belatedly added, "Or you."
Bree set the canvas bag on the foyer table beside the door. "I was going to see if my little brother wanted them."
"Yes." She met Reese's gaze and swallowed hard. "That is what I am asking you to believe."
Bree's voice shook. "I can't face her with you here."
"You wouldn't believe me."
Taking a deep breath, Bree found the resolve she needed to keep him safe. "Face my mother. I told her I was thinking about getting involved with you and she doesn't approve."
"Yes, really. She said it would be best with all that has happened if I moved back home for a while, and I agreed." When Reese did not even blink, Bree began to fidget nervously. "Look, she should be coming home any minute, so I suggest you leave."
"I have told you. I'm sorry you came all this way for nothing, but I made up my mind to withdraw from school."
"I don't know," Bree hedged. "What did he say?"
"Yes," she choked out without thinking.
"It's a small village, I likely know him."
"Kerra," she whispered, "but not Kerra."
"She can take everything I love from me," Bree admitted, memorizing his face.
"They're powerless against her," Bree said. "I promise to explain everything when this is all over. Please, you have to leave here now."
"Please." Bree broke down sobbing. "I can't do this if I know there is a chance she will hurt you."
She shook her head, wrapping her arms around his waist. "No, you can't."
"It's not what you think, Reese."
"If I tell you, will you leave?"
"Fine." She reached past him and twisted the deadbolt on the door. "This is going to take a while, so you better come into the kitchen."
Reese leaned back in his chair without touching the glass. "I would never think that."
"Just tell me, Brea."
"Why not begin from the time your mother picked you up at the airport?"
"Does this have anything to do with Wicca?"
Bree told him everything that had occurred from the moment they parted. Explaining her mother's family history, she went on to tell him about the power of the necklace. She rushed through the part about how the fates chose her to save the family bloodline, and then told him why her family had to leave. When she finished telling him about what happened to Bronwyn when she faced Jaenelle and her own trip to the nether, Reese picked up his glass to down the scotch.
His reply was cut off by the house phone ringing. Bree picked it up on the second ring. "Hello?"