Promised

<p><strong>Magic runs strong in me but power isn't enough.</strong></p><p>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.</p><p><br></p><p>He howled up a storm about being stuck with me and then quit talking.</p><p><br></p><p>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.</p><p>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.</p><p><br></p><p>Woulda. Coulda. Shoulda. Talk is cheap.</p><p><br></p><p>Pregnant. Nowhere to call home. No money. Nothing but my magic. Somehow it will have to carry us through.</p>