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Eversong (The Kindred #1)
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New York Times bestselling author Donna Grant “skillfully melds history and legend” (RT Book Reviews) in a brand new series – The Kindred.
To live in the light, they hunt in the dark…
Unparalleled in beauty and daring, Leoma has been raised with a single-minded focus—to wipe out corrupt witches. But when her new target leads her to a discovery that unveils a graver plan from the Coven, she doesn’t hesitate to follow. Yet, she’s not the only one on the hunt. And the sexy, infuriating man who crosses her path could prove to be a distraction—something she’s never encountered before.
Honor and family mean everything to Braith. When his life is turned upside down by the murder of his ward and heir without cause or reason, he has no choice but to turn to vengeance. Until a stunning, dangerous woman continues to thwart his efforts at every turn. Now, he must battle not only his need for revenge but his desire for the female, as well.
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West Morland, England
It was a good day for hunting witches. Then again, Leoma believed every day was a good day to hunt.
She kept the hood of her cloak pulled forward to conceal her face as she meandered through the crowd. The few days of fair weather they’d enjoyed, allowed the soggy ground a chance to dry so that mud no longer squished beneath her shoes. The market was filled with people, and while she detested the crush of bodies, it gave her cover.
Chickens squawked, men yelled, women haggled, and even a dog or two barked. The smell of freshly baked bread and raw fish, along with rank body odor, clung to everything. Leoma ignored all of it, including the children that ran through the market without a care or worry—picking pockets when they could.
With her pace unhurried, it was easy to blend in with the crowd while her gaze was focused on her quarry—Brigitta. The witch was easy to pick out with her flagrant beauty that she happily showed off.
Leoma battled the rising hatred within her. Edra, her mentor, warned her about letting anger rule. But it was becoming more and more difficult to keep it at bay.
While Leoma had begun learning to battle witches the day Edra and Radnar found her starving on the streets, it hadn’t been until Brigitta cruelly and viciously killed Leoma’s closest friend that she truly understood vengeance.
“Ease your mind.”
Leoma inhaled deeply as Edra’s words came back to her. While releasing her breath, Leoma centered herself. It had been six weeks since she left the safe haven of the abbey ruins Edra and Radnar had made into a home.
All those years of training with various weapons and learning how to fight against witches were being put to the test. This wasn’t the first time Leoma had gone hunting, but it was her first time alone.
For weeks, she had been steadily closing in on Brigitta. Two days ago, Leoma finally found her. It was obvious by the way the witch traveled with determination that she had a specific destination in mind.
It was really too bad she would never make it.
Leoma smiled, her hand on the hilt of her sword hidden beneath her black cloak. She couldn’t wait to sink the blade into the witch’s heart. Or better yet, slice off her head.
Meg’s face popped into her mind. Leoma had to close her eyes against the assaulting image of her best friend’s decapitated body.
If only Leoma hadn’t insisted they split up in order to corner the witch. If only she’d realized that Meg was terrified. If only….
There were so many regrets that haunted her, and Leoma was sure they would remain until her dying day.
She touched the inside of her left forearm. Before she left her family, another tattoo had been added to her body. The Vegvisir.
The Icelandic word meant signpost, but the magical stave was much more than that. It helped the bearer find their way and never become lost. The Vegvisir would not only help Leoma track Brigitta, but it would also bring Leoma back to her family.
She dropped her arm and moved away from a cart to continue following the witch. It was only Brigitta’s habit of remaining right in the mix of people that kept Leoma from attacking. Because Leoma wouldn’t have the weight of any more innocent deaths on her conscience.
If she had to track the witch for a year in order to get her alone, then that’s what Leoma would do.
Brigitta suddenly halted and looked over her shoulder. Leoma ducked behind a building. She peered around the corner, her gaze taking in Brigitta’s stunning face with her long, black hair up in braids, and bright blue eyes that seemed to hold everyone entranced—everyone except Leoma.
A few moments later, the witch continued on. Crowds parted without Brigitta ever saying a word. It was as if others recognized the power within her without understanding what they felt.
While men stared after Brigitta in a lust-filled haze, none were brave enough to approach. It sickened Leoma that so many were so easily manipulated by a beautiful face. Couldn’t they tell the witch could end them with a thought? Did they even care?
To Leoma’s surprise, Brigitta stopped again and simply looked around as if searching for something.
Leoma remained hidden, wondering just what the witch was up to. Had it not been for Edra, Leoma would never know that there was magic in the world, or that there was a Coven who recruited the most powerful witches in order to grow.
For what exactly, no one knew. Yet.
But that knowledge was something Leoma hoped to bring back to the abbey.
The Coven once sought Edra. They had hunted her for seven years until Edra took a stand. With the love of her life, Radnar, by her side, Edra defeated the witches sent to either bring her into the fold or kill her. That’s when Edra decided to create her own coven—a Hunter’s Coven.