Written Fireside: Of The Storm - Part Four

When I was approached to be part of Written Fireside for a round robin story writing event next February that will be a western, I jumped into the fray by offering to be part of the Halloween Written Fireside story. And so, Of The Storm started Sept. 2nd at Lori Connelly's blog and has been expanding each Tuesday on participating author's blogs. Today, I have part four of this paranormal story set on Halloween night. The last installment of the story will be Oct. 28th. You can find all the blogs and authors who are participating here: http://writtenfireside.blogspot.com/

You can find the previously posted parts at these author's blogs:

Part 1 by Lori Connelly

Part 2 by Aileen Harkwood

Part 3 by Elise Forier Edie

And here is Of The Storm Part 4

Amaya stared into Bri’s eyes. Her body shivered. Usually she took his threats of the world coming to an end lightly. But there was as much fear as anger in his gaze. Compassion, an emotion she only doled out to her patients and never to this fae, her nemesis for as long as she’d been on this earth, surfaced.

She placed a palm on Bri’s angled jaw.  “If you promise to help me save Makani, we can stop the war and save both the fae as well as the humans.”  She’d brought up an alliance between them before her mind fully realized she’d just asked an enemy to be an ally.

His eyes narrowed a moment before he covered her hand with his long, slender fingers. “What do you know?”

Bri’s quick acceptance of her touch and the energy emitting from his body into her hand forced her to jerk her hand away and rethink having him help her. The connection between them was more than two beings fighting for a common cause. She couldn’t have that. Couldn’t feel anything for a male that wasn’t human.

“I know the chant and the location that will make the torc open the portal. All Makani knew was the torc had powers.” Amaya spun from Bri’s watchful gaze and headed into her bedroom. There was a certain item she wanted to take with her. An amulet her mother said must be worn to keep her safe from demons. Hopefully, she could use the necklace to free Makani from Blaike’s hold over her.

“What are you doing? I thought we were going to find your sister and the torc.” Bri’s words whispered hot across the back of her neck like a caress, lingering and tugging her toward him.

She fought the urge, concentrating on slipping the amulet under her nurse’s tunic and swept by Bri, making sure they didn’t touch in any way. “I’m ready now.”

She’d get Makani out of the Demon King’s clutches for good and retrieve the torc. Then she’d deal with the magnetic force luring her toward Bri.

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To be continued next Tuesday, September 30th at Ciara Gold's blog: http://ciaragold.blogspot.com/