Hannah (The Coven's Grove Chronicles #2)

by Virginia Hunter

  Hannah

  The Coven’s Grove Chronicles

  Book 2

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  Virginia L. Hunter

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  Dedicated to my loving family.

  Hannah

  The Coven’s Grove Chronicles

  Hannah Ward had always been a driven woman. Having breezed through high school and college, she’d earned her Phd. in Biology and Botany by the time she was twenty one, but her true calling had little to do with school. Her true calling was to be a witch.

  Five years later, she had finally found a balance between her duty as an environmentalist, and her passion for wielding mystical power. She’d only left out one thing—her life.

  Dominic Farserre changes that with a single touch. Within only a few days of meeting the handsome man with a checkered past, Hannah finds herself swept up in a whirlwind of corporate espionage and murder. Using magic is her only hope of surviving, but in doing so, she may lose the most important thing missing in her life—love.

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  Hannah looked up into the canopy of giant trees, though “giant” might not have been the correct term. Colossal seemed more appropriate. Five years ago, she would have thought the types and sizes of flora surrounding her would never exist again, but, under Miranda’s supervision and assistance, Hannah had nurtured this small patch of wood into something unlike anything on the planet. She and Miranda had been at it for a little over four years now, and the results had proved nothing less than staggering.

  The giant grove had germinated within the heart of a pile of fallen trees, located at the convergence of several hillocks. The natural landscape had provided a deep, rocky bowl that helped camouflage the enormous pines, oaks, and sequoias that now grew here. If seen from the air, the trees would still be much larger than their surrounding cousins, but, to the untrained eye, the difference would appear to be caused by a large hill, not prehistoric-sized vegetation.

  Hannah moseyed toward the dais that she, Miranda, and Rhea had created three years ago. Its base grew up from the mossy earth in a tangle of roots and vines. A rough, tapered block of white quartz had been pulled up from the earth by the surrounding trees. Their tangling roots had offered themselves up to become part of the living altar.

  Rhea had chiseled a smooth bowl into the giant block that now served as the coven’s cauldron. She had also etched ancient runes around the lip of the bowl, and the sides of the stone, which pulsed with soft golden light.

  The summoning incantation the three of them had performed last summer remained strong to its purpose. Soothing vibrations thrummed from the ground into Hannah’s bare feet as she approached the heart of their home. She placed her hands on the white stone and smiled. Warmth crept into her hands, slow and steady. The feeling was on the verge of intoxicating.

  Hannah stepped back, admiring the work she had done to create such a wondrous thing. It worked, she thought with a pang of heady excitement. I can’t believe it really worked.

  Alix’s arrival this last winter had been proof enough for Hannah that their magic was indeed effective, but she wanted more. Hannah’s gaze went to the forest around her. She would like to see the growth that had started here expand further out into the region—into other states even. To achieve such a feat would require a great amount of power, power they had yet to possess.

  They would need more sisters.

  Months ago, when the three of them had enacted the spell, Hannah had hoped Miranda, their matriarch, was correct when she had said the incantation had worked. Now, there was no doubt in Hannah’s mind that more sisters would come. She would just have to be patient.

  “It’s truly beautiful, Hannah,” Miranda said from behind her.

  Hannah turned, in surprise, with a laugh. “You startled me.”

  “My apologies, that was not my intention.” Miranda stepped from the edge of the forest into the clearing. Even dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, she maintaining the classy poise of an aristocrat. She moved with the fluid grace of a fashion model, her long legs shapely and navigating the uneven terrain with ease. Broad shoulders and hips gave her that classic hourglass figure most women would kill for. Her wavy auburn hair glistened as she walked closer to the glowing runes. She gestured to the root and stone altar. “Your work is a beautiful thing to behold.”

  “You’re too kind,” Hannah beamed. “Though I couldn’t have done it without you and Rhea.”

  “Even so, your power made all of this possible,” Miranda said as she opened her arms to the forest surrounding them. “But, that’s not the reason I’ve come.”

  Hannah arched a brow. “Oh?”

  “No,” Miranda said, shaking her head. She took a moment to search out a patch of lush, green grass, and then took a seat. “Come, sit with me.” She patted the ground next to her.

  Hannah frowned, but settled on the ground next to her matriarch. She had never been good with surprises, the butterflies always taking great pleasure in filling her stomach with fluttery wings. To calm her nerves, she grabbed a small stick, and slowly twirled it between her fingers.

  “I’ve sensed some...unrest in the house as of late,” Miranda said.

  Ah. Hannah knew where this was going. Ever since the “new arrivals” had moved in, Hannah and Rhea’s space had been disrupted. Hannah thought Rhea was having more trouble with the new arrangement than she herself, but there had been times when the newcomers had really gotten on her nerves as well, like this morning for instance. Hannah had a strict routine for the caretaking of her greenhouse. Every morning, she would spend several hours, pruning, feeding, and watering the various species of flora that would eventually be planted out here in the grove, and other various places on the property. Today was to be no exception, until Hannah had opened the weathered doors to her garden nursery. There they were: Alix and Troy, naked as the day they’d been born, and going at it like rabbits in the spring. The image of them grinding on each other would forever be burned into her memory. She shook her head and chuckled. “We thought you were bringing witches to the grove, not sexual deviants.”

  Miranda sighed. “I know. It’s been hard for me, too.”

  Hannah smirked as she held the stick out straight, and then let it slant downward as if limp. “Or not.”

  Miranda blinked in puzzlement, staring at the flaccidly hanging stick. Hannah could have sworn she heard the wheels turning in the auburn beauty’s head, until suddenly Miranda began giggling as she caught on. Her laughter was infectious, causing Hannah to join her in the gut-wrenching gasps that followed.

  Their amusement tapered off, and Hannah wiped the tears from her eyes. “We aren’t mad, if that’s what you think. We’re just...frustrated, or I am at least.”

  “I get
that,” Miranda managed, still chuckling. “I wish there was something I could do about it.”

  Unfortunately, not even magic could remedy the lack of companionship Hannah felt. When it had been just the three of them, the longing for a man’s touch had been pushed into the background, but now, with a male actually in the house, that distant yearning had come charging to the fore. The yearning had set a blazing fire in her heart... among other places.

  Hannah was pretty sure that Rhea had been experiencing similar feelings. The garage was cleaner than usual, which was Rhea’s hangout/project area. She’d also been going out to the reservation more often; a sure sign of trying to make herself scarce. Miranda’s visit, however, was the first indication that she had been affected as well.

  Hannah was just glad that she was going to be leaving to give a seminar on eco-friendly concepts for the urban environment next week. “Well, it’s just going to be you and Rhea’s problem next week, thank goodness,” she said. “Maybe we should sit down and talk about some boundaries when I get back.”

  “Sounds good to me.” Miranda sobered. “I’m glad you’re going to take some time for yourself, and I’m glad that you and Rhea aren’t mad.” She gently patted Hannah’s shoulder. “As difficult as this situation is right now, we need Alix. And she needs us.”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  Miranda got to her feet, and offered a hand to Hannah. “Be careful on your trip. You girls mean the world to me.”

  Hannah gave Miranda a hug. “I will.”

  They made their way back up to the main house in silence. Miranda gave a final nod as she went into the mansion. Hannah continued walking around to the south side of the house, toward the greenhouse.

  The mansion itself, dubbed Coven’s Grove, was the pinnacle of the estate. Miranda had assured her that the home had started as a plantation house, but, over the years, the white plaster had been replaced with layered rock and dark wood. The once round pillars surrounding the structure were now giant squared posts with towering stone bases. The central part of home had kept its wraparound porches and basic rectangular shape, but the many alterations and additions had made the mansion a wondrous affair of sprawling sunrooms, pavilions, and pool areas. Hannah wasn’t sure of the number of carpenters that had worked on the house over the years, only that the current one Miranda had hired was truly gifted. Brody, the new carpenter, had more than proven his worth with the detail work he’d done on the mansion, and Miranda had lined up many months of projects for him.

  Hannah approached the place she had claimed as her daytime sanctuary with a smile. The base of the greenhouse was constructed of the same river rock and dark wood as Coven’s Grove. The massive A-framed roof was made of recycled slider glass and salvaged timber. Solar panels covered a small area on the southern side, away from the mansion, so energy was never an issue.

  Miranda peeked in through the front door to see if there were any naked bodies humping on her worktable. She sighed in relief, finding the large, wooden structure vacant of any oversexed lovebirds.

  Time to get to work, she thought. Though, in truth, tending to the greenhouse had never been work for her. Plants were her life, they always had been. Ever since her mother had pulled that first carrot out of the dark soil from their home garden, Hannah had been hooked. She had gone to every farmers market she could as a child, attended every seminar on growing techniques when she was old enough to drive, and ultimately got her PhD in Botany and Plant Biology at Cornell University. But it had been the discovery of her mystical power that had driven her to seek out Miranda and the hidden paradise located here in Nowhere, Oklahoma.

  Hannah donned her apron, and filled buckets with water that was piped in from the stream outside. She’d never pictured herself living in Oklahoma, but, after discovering Coven’s Grove, there wasn’t anywhere else she’d rather be.

  The door opened with a bit of a squeak, then closed on its own by the power of an air shock.

  “I’m just getting started, so grab a bucket,” Hannah said over her shoulder.

  “Um...okay,” Alix replied.

  Hannah turned to face the purple-haired girl in surprise. She’d thought Rhea had come back from her run in the forest, and hadn’t expected Alix to come back after this morning’s debacle. “Sorry, thought you were somebody else. You don’t have to help,” Hannah said, a little more sharply than she intended. She closed her eyes. Don’t be a bitch. She’s got a man, and she has every right to use him. Hannah opened her eyes again, this time much more calm. “I mean, unless you want to,” she corrected.

  Alix stood at the door with a sheepish look on her face. “Look, I just wanted to apologize for this morning. That was really uncool of us.”

  Hannah chuckled in spite of her irritation. “It’s all right. You guys just need to learn everyone’s schedule, so you’re not in the middle of everything—at the wrong time.”

  “Yeah. That would be smart, huh?” Alix smiled. “We just haven’t really had a chance to get to know you and Rhea.”

  “I know,” Hannah said. “Miranda wanted you guys to have some space to figure things out, so Rhea and I have kept our distance.”

  “Oh,” Alix replied, sliding her hands into her pockets. “That was cool of you guys.”

  Hannah nodded. “Our coolness knows no bounds.”

  Alix snorted, and took a half-step toward one the buckets Hannah had filled, but stopped, as if unsure of herself.

  “C’mon.” Hannah gestured to the bucket. “We can talk while you help me.”

  Alix grinned, and snatched up the bucket.

  “So, you’ve been here almost two months now,” Hannah began as she grabbed her bucket and headed into the rows of developing flowers, vines, and saplings. “What do you think?”

  “I’ve always lived in the city, but this place is nothing short of...freakin’ fabulous!”

  Hannah smiled. “Thank you. It’s taken us a long time to get it started.”

  “Started?!” Alix stopped on the gravel path between the yellow Balsam Roots and crimson Blanket Flowers. “What does that mean? This place is a full blown Land of the Lost.”

  Hannah laughed. “We’re not done yet, not by far.”

  Alix shook her head in wonder.

  “I want to change the world,” Hannah said, as she stopped at a low partition that separated a series of tables from the rest of the greenhouse. “A lot of people, the doomsayers, think the world is dying. It’s not. It’s just changing. Changing in a way that’s not good for us humans. I intend to change it back.”

  “You’re talking about global warming,” Alix replied.

  “A terrible name for it, but yes,” Hannah agreed. “Global change would probably be a better description.”

  “That’s a pretty big goal you’ve set for yourself.” Alix followed Hannah into a segregated area of the greenhouse.

  “I plan to take it a step at a time. And, I won’t be doing it alone,” Hannah gave Alix a penetrating stare. “What I meant to ask was, what do you think about staying—becoming part of the coven?” Hannah broke eye contact, afraid she might scare the purple-haired woman, and began watering the handful of plants not tied into the aquaponics ecosystem she’d built. These segregated plants were special—hybrids she had created. The stream that ran into the “megaflora” forest was tailored to feed the new species, and was the one landscape feature that had taken them the longest to bring into being.

  Hannah went down the line, grooming each plant, after pouring in a bit of water.

  Alix followed. “I like it here, and Miranda is really cool. I’m just not sure yet. There’s still so much I feel I need to know.”

  “Maybe I can help with that,” Hannah offered. “Where would you like to start?”

  “I...” Alix gave her a blank look. “I don’t even know.”

  Hannah nodded. “It’s a lot to take in. How about we start with your power?”

  “Okay, yeah, that’s good,” Alix said, bobbing on her toes. “How do
es that all work?”

  “I can’t say for certain.” Hannah chuckled. “But I do know that, the more you use it, the more powerful it becomes. Also, someone in your ancestry was a witch at one time or another.” She looked Alix up and down. The young woman was short, cute and full of energy. She had tattoos of purple flowers running down both of her exposed arms, and a single purple gerbera daisy surrounding her belly button. Hannah’s gazed lingered on the gaudy, skull belt buckle at Alix’s waist. It radiated with power. “You have a focus, that’s good. We won’t have to create one for you.”

  Alix arched a brow, and scrunched up her nose. “A what?”

  “A focus.” Hannah pointed to the jewel-encrusted buckle. “You’ll need that.”

  The purple fringe in Alix’s otherwise jet black hair dangled close to her eyes, as she looked down at the buckle. “This old thing? It’s nothing but a piece of costume jewelry my grandmother had.”

  Hannah stepped closer for a better look. “It definitely has power, and I don’t think that’s costume jewelry.” She wasn’t an expert, but the stones embedded into the golden skull looked like real diamonds to her. “You might want to take extra care with that.”

  Alix’s eyes bulged. “You mean, all this time, I’ve had a fortune hanging above my crotch and didn’t even know it?!”

  Hannah shrugged. “You can get it appraised by a professional to make sure, but it looks genuine to me.”

  Alix continued to stare at the sparkling jewels in disbelief. “Holy shit, I’m rich.”

  “I would advise against selling it,” Hannah said hastily. “You’ll need it to help you expand your power.”

  “What do you mean?” Alix asked, tearing her gaze from the buckle.

  “When first starting out, most of us can only use our power by touching the thing we want to effect. Over time, a focus can help you work your power from a distance.”

  “No touch?”