Book 14: Banshee Battle

Maeve

Months ago, when the trees were green and summer bloomed all around me, I used my powers to try to spirit home from the Roguelands. My powers did, in fact, take me home, but… not to the home I expected.

I should have realized it then.

Now, the landscape coming into focus is desolate and barren–an icy hell of wind beaten grass and rough seas… but he’s here. My powers brought me here, back to him, back home.

Firestone witches can have mates, and I’ve found mine, but my powers recognized him before I did.

I like to think the Goddess had a hand in our first two meetings–that She drew him to that tea shop on the same night as me, seeking quiet companionship. That she urged me in his direction after Brie and Logan’s elopement just so we’d cross paths ago, planting the seed of our bond in both of our chests.

Now, my powers have called me home again, but I have no idea where I am. A cold, angry sea laps against a beach of sharp, dar