Sinna, Simone - The Ghosts' Release [Were-Devils of Tasmania 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)
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Epilogue
Misty stood by her grandfather’s grave and squeezed Grandma Lyn’s hand. There had always been a plaque and there would never be a body, but Grandma Lyn had dug below the surface and put his dog tags there. Finally, he could rest in peace.
The only other person with them was Auntie Kate.
“Have the stones been put to rest?” asked Misty.
Auntie Kate looked at her strangely. “Come and find out.”
Misty delayed the visit until she was about to return, with her men, to the UK. She was going to collect her things first, but they’d found a French house where Damon and Kadar would commute to Geneva and she to London, probably a few days a week, sleeping over if she had to. There was an uneasiness about this visit to Kate, and she knew why. But she knew equally that she couldn’t return without hearing what Kate had to say.
The shop was closed when she arrived, but the door was still open so she went inside, breathing in the musk and willing it to calm her inner fears.
Kate emerged from behind the shimmering array of shells and gems attached to long stretches of cord.
“Pick up the bowl,” she told Misty.
Misty looked down, the green bowl full of stones was where she had last placed it. She picked it up as instructed, and in her hands it broke into two, stones spilling all over the floor.
“I thought as much,” said Kate, her eyes never leaving Misty’s. “Please, be seated.”
There was a new reverence in her tone, one that left Misty unnerved.
“How long have you known?” Kate asked pleasantly, sitting opposite.
“Not long,” said Misty. “When I was in the cellar, Edmund came to me, but so did Larissa and Grandma Lyn.”
“And said?”
“Well, the forgiveness was critical,” said Misty awkwardly. “But ultimately it was finding out that Damon and I have been trying to get this right for five centuries and failing.”
“This was, of course,” said Kate, “the last chance.”
Misty thought of the Oracle disintegrating. “Only because greed and power blinded too many people too often. That included us in previous lives.”
Kate nodded. “Will you do any better this time?”
Misty thought of her brothers, Mac and Mitch, and their dedication to Gabriella, of Lincoln and Kael and their love of Lena, of Jesse and Jarrod and their adoration of Becc. Her own unique link with Kadar and Damon had enabled her finally, after so many centuries, to link with Damon in a safe way that would ensure any weakness for power would be balanced by Kadar’s rock-solid, grounded beliefs.
“Yes,” she said, smiling. “We will do better this time.” She took the medallion out of her pocket and put it on the table between them. “Will you help me?”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Since a literary epiphany while walking the Camino de Santiago (the long version from central France) in 2011, she went half-time in her day job and spends the other half writing. Simone Sinna is a pseudonym under which she has published erotic romance, including the Stephanie Beauman series about an investigative journalist in exotic locations and the Were-Devils of Tasmania series inspired by the true viruses that have endangered the Tasmanian Devils as well as the Hendra virus which has killed a number of people and horses in Queensland. She is currently working on two mainstream books as well as another MFM erotic novel.
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