Book of Dark Magic
Page 13
Epilogue
“A large stash of secret money no one can find, and now this Order is coming for the book the Ancestors took into the cemetery. Life in Coventry is a whole lot more exciting than I remember,” I said.
“Not for you,” Thorn groused. “I think you should give boring and safe a try for a while.”
“Not a chance,” I said. “You don’t really think you’re going to keep me locked away in this house for my own good, do you, Thorn Wilson? I can take care of myself.”
“I know you can,” he said with a chuckle. “Maybe you can make your own grilled cheese too.”
“Let’s not go too far,” I retorted.
We were in the kitchen. Thorn was standing at the stove melting butter in a pan to make a grilled cheese sandwich. I was sitting in a chair that I’d dragged over. I was getting fatigued more easily as my baby grew, and I found myself needing more rest and more food to sustain us. The little peanut had gone quiet during the time I was using too much magic, but when I’d stopped they’d begun to flutter regularly again. I would never admit to Thorn that he was probably right about me needing a little more boring and safe in my life..
Just a little, though. I wasn’t going to live my entire life like that. No thanks. It’s what I’d thought I wanted when I left Coventry as a teenager, but the short time I’d been back had already proven me wrong.
I was at home in Coventry, and not only that, I was at home with who I was too.
Being a witch.
In fact, I’d decided that at some point, after the baby came, I’d take my powers out for a test drive. I was finally curious about what I was truly capable of doing with my magic. After all, being who I was and not using it was a waste.
Many fences needed to be mended in Coventry. There was a lot of rot that needed to be carved away. Some things had been ignored for too long. I didn’t want to just live in Coventry. I wondered how amazing the town could be with all of us working together.
It wasn’t all curiosity, though. A small part of me, deep down inside, knew that I needed to harness my powers to protect my family and my town. A storm was brewing, and while I couldn’t see it on the horizon yet, I could feel it in my bones.
“Hey, Kinsley?” Thorn broke me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah, babe?”
“You wanted provolone, right?”
“Yep.”
“And cheddar?”
“Yes, please,” I said.
“And you said muenster too?”
I chuckled. “Yes, all three, please.”
“Oh, and Kinsley?” Thorn inquired.
“Yeah, babe?”
“Will you marry me?”
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© Sara Bourgeois 2020
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons alive or dead is a coincidence.
© Sara Bourgeois 2020
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons alive or dead is a coincidence.