Damned
Were they witches? They didn't cast spells. Theydidn't heal with potions and herbs as their longdead ancestor had. But they had special abilitiesand they needed to use them to save a life—justas their ancestor had tried three hundred and fiftyyears ago. He only hoped their efforts weren'trewarded the same way hers had been.
With death.
Ty McIntyre cared about these two women.They sat together, holding hands, on the blackleather couch in the penthouse owned by Ty's bestfriend. Actually Ariel held her older sister's hand,and Elena held the charms—a little pewter sunand a little pewter star—in her palm, combiningtheir powers.
Their powers?
A muscle jumped in his cheek as he clenchedhis jaw. Skepticism nagged at him. God, he was alawman. Even though he listened to his instincts,he relied on evidence. Tangible proof. How couldhe rely on something he didn't understand, something he couldn't trust?
Believe, he silently chanted to quell his doubts.He'd seen the proof of their powers in the results theywrought. Ariel was alive. Stacia, Elena's daughter,was alive. Because of their intangible powers.
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