I hit him again. "You jerk! You knew everything!"
He put his hand where I punched him. "Ow…of course I did. But I couldn't tell you. You had to want this, Tay. No one can force it on you."
"So why didn't you…he…one of you…do something in that crypt? Was that what they were all waiting for? November to appear in the flesh?"
He nodded. "But Mom didn't want your experience to be as…unwelcome as her own. She wanted your meeting with November to be personal."
"She wasn't really your mother, was she?"
"She was. She created me for November. I have been his vessel for over three hundred years. And I will be until his penance is complete."
"He mentioned that. What penance? What did he do?"
Ren smiled, then winced before he touched his bruised cheek. "That's a story for another time."
"That's what he said."
"We think alike."
"Jerk."
"Princess."
The Uncollected Anthology
Portals & Passageways
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Check out the other stories of Portals & Passageways by the Uncollected Anthology Authors!
Kirev’s Door
JC Andrijeski
War On All Fronts
Leah Cutter
Save A Prayer
Dayle A. Dermatis
Rites Of Passage
Annie Reed
The Streets Where We Live
Kristine Kathryn Rusch
Silver Dust
Leslie Claire Walker
About the Author
Phaedra Weldon is a writer and mother of one. Born in Florida, Phaedra was raised in the lush, green southern tropic of Georgia. She grew up on southern ghost stories told while eating marshmallows around campfires, or on the back of pick-up trucks in the middle of cornfields on chilly October nights. Phaedra currently lives in the South with her daughter.
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