Promised: An Urban Fantasy

Actually, these days nothing is enough. I’ve done a fine job alienating everyone who ever cared about me, from the witches in my Coven to the man I love to my wolfie familiar. Mother’s familiar left, winging a path to Faery. My wolf made it abundantly clear he’d have gone with her except the familiar bond doesn’t allow that level of latitude.

He howled up a storm about being stuck with me, and then quit talking.

Meanwhile, the babe growing within me is equally silent. He misses Damien’s soothing voice, mandolin, and Fae love. I’m under a geas to return my son to Faery the second he’s born. Ha! They’ll have to find me first. No power words in the universe will make me relinquish my boy.

Hecate still rattles around in my mind. I’m done with her. If I hadn’t allowed her in, I’d still be in Faery with Damien’s arms around me.

Woulda. Coulda. Shoulda. Talk is cheap.

Pregnant. Nowhere to call home. No money. Nothing but my magic. Somehow, it will have to carry us through.