Exaltation (Insight #11)(100)
Raven supposed there might be some truth to it after all. The only haunting question lurking in her broken heart was…which lover was going to break free from the bonds of death first?
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Slowly, Emery crept up behind Jamison. He was gazing down the hallway, toward the bedroom which hid the entrance to the secret library in Saige’s home.
When she slid her arms around him he let out a sigh. “I told you I’d be home tonight.”
He had. He’d promised her, in fact. For weeks he had done nothing but meet with the coven, with Rydell King’s faction…and spoke to Raven, did what he could to ease her grief.
Emery smiled shyly as she turned him and gazed up.
“Guess where our daughter is now.”
Jamison reached to caress her face, feeling emotion seize him. Emery had never once used the word ‘our’ when she spoke of Raven, but he knew without a doubt she was speaking of her now.
“Skating,” Emery said quietly. “She has the whole place to herself. The girls said she has been gliding to song after song, that she’s healing. They sense it.” Emery’s gaze moved over his.
“Dagen stopped by. Whatever he said didn’t jar her too bad. She went right back to skating.”
Jamison didn’t dare smile or let relief come to him. It was going to be a long while before Raven came to terms with her fate. Before she was able to see past the grief, past the blame, and rise.
“What are we going to do now?” Emery asked, squeezing his sides.
Jamison glanced to the same passageway he was staring at before. Down below Saige was alone with Reveca Beauregard.
It was clear to the coven Reveca had felt the death of Rydell King. Her power had humbled from one of her high apexes. Saige had told Jamison she felt it, too, the drain of her sister losing who she was.
The coven had to act fast. It was no longer a fear, but a fact that Rydell King’s death directly impacted the coven—if they did not solve this the coven would not be present any longer to watch Raven BellaRose rise to her throne. They would not witness the Rapture they had predicted ages before.
Saige was bartering with Reveca, asking her to go into the Veil and find Cashton, bring him forth. As of that moment, he was the only one they could save. They couldn’t find Rydell King.
Not yet.
The hope was when Reveca was in the Veil, something would trigger, she would point the way to where King was. More than likely Reveca would have no idea what she was sensing. She’d be too on guard. Jamison’s plan was to follow her, watch her, then beg, steal, plot, and borrow his way to King.
Reveca Beauregard was going to blindly lead them all.
“We’re going to bring them both home…I vow it,” Jamison said as he wrapped his arm around Emery and manifested them to the rink where they watched their daughter glide to a soulful song.
About the Author
Jamie Magee has always believed that each of us have a defining gift that sets us apart from the rest of the world, she has always envied those who have known from their first breath what their gift was. Not knowing hers, she began a career in the fast paced world of business. Raising a young family, and competing to rise higher in that field would drive some to the point of insanity, but she always found a moment of escape in a passing daydream. Her imagination would take her to places she’d never been, introduce her to people she’s never known. Insight, her debuting novel, is a result of that powerful imagination. Today, she is grateful that not knowing what defined her, led her on a path of discovery that would always be a part of her.
The fun Bio: I’m an obsessive daydreamer. Lover of loud alternative music. I love to laugh until it hurts. Fall is my favorite season. Black is my favorite ‘shade.’ Strong believer in the saying: there is a reason for everything, therefore I search for ‘marked moments’ every moment of every day...and I find them. Life is beautiful!
Acknowledgements
Over the past four years I have published seventeen novels and each of the acknowledgements are moved from one novel to the next. That wasn’t done to take short cuts, but because on this journey I have been blessed enough to keep the same souls at my side. I wanted to take the time with this acknowledgement to state how precious they are to me.
My husband, no doubt, deserves some kind of medal! The man is there from the first instant the idea is thought to life, through the long days of writing where I slip into another world. He manages the blessed life we have built, taking care of our little ones, making sure that there is some kind of substantial meal on the table for each of us. He’s a saint when it comes to telling me what day of the week it is, and letting me know that dawn is approaching and it might be a good idea to get some sleep. He understands that music drives me and is just fine with the same song playing on repeat for days until I have the scene trapped in words. He’s use to having a conversation with me and in mid-sentence I stop and rush to write a line down. There is no doubt that he didn’t sign up to share his wife with the fictional family that always dances in my mind, but he rocks it all the same. I can’t tell you how amazing it is to have someone want your dreams as much as you do, someone that never lets doubt creep into your mindset.
My children, they make me smile every day. They are now to the point where they’re all for naming characters, dancing to that same song that plays over and over. They love to joke about ‘moms bubble’ they know that mom dreams wide awake and tease me when they have to pop that bubble to tell me something.