“Nothing right now. Just going to see how things play out I guess. Not that they are welcome to just come into our house, or anything like that,” she added, as if it should be a given that the Deanes were still not welcome here. “I suppose it's basically that we don't like that they're here, and definitely don't want them here, but we can't do anything about it, not without cause at least.”
Grace nodded. “Well, I sure hope it all works out. I'd hate to think of dark magic coming back to this Isle. From the stories I’ve heard, those were scary times to be living on The Demon Isle.”
Melinda heard the now familiar sound of Riley's motorcycle approaching. She glanced around but did not see him. He must have parked down the street, out of sight. Or, perhaps she had misheard. There were many other motorcycles on the Isle.
“Well, would ya look at that!” Grace suddenly said. “Speaking of a Deane sighting. There's one of 'em now. One of them boys I met this morning, he's walking right towards the cafe. Not a bad looking lad.”
For the tiniest moment, Melinda felt a cluster of emotions.
Should she get up and leave?
Should she call her brothers?
Should, and could she, handle this on her own?
She bit her lip and stood up, putting on her most serious, I mean business kind of face.
At the least, she would show no fear.
The Deanes needed to learn right here and now that the Howard Witches protected this Isle, and that would never change.
Melinda gathered her bravery and turned around.
Her chest seized, stealing away her breath.
It felt like her head had been stuffed inside an airtight plastic bag.
Grace had to reach out an arm to steady her.
Melinda could not find her voice and there was a pain starting at the bottom of her throat that sliced down through her body as if she was being torn in two. She expected at any moment to just crumble, into tiny, crushable pieces.
“Sorry,” the young man replied, grinning widely. “Didn't mean to be late, but I got held up. My brother...” he explained, rolling his eyes.
Melinda swallowed hard, her throat thick and dry.
Her heart skidded across beats so wildly she feared it might stall.
She finally found her voice and choked out her words in a hoarse whisper.
“Riley?” she breathed out. “Riley... Deane?”
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Table of Contents
Witches of The Demon Isle Box Set
VOLUME ONE
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
VOLUME TWO
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
VOLUME THREE
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
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