The Keepers: Ethan. Rae Rivers

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СКАЧАТЬ Hazel’s nephew was kept. Sienna and her grandmother had spelled Mason years ago, the night Sarah had died. A horrible fate for a horrible man but a fitting punishment for someone so evil.

      Jenna wasn’t here for the warlock, but at some point Hazel would come for him. Not that she’d easily reach him as Sienna had sealed the tunnels with a spell, but still. Hazel was close. She could feel it and if that were true, they would’ve used their favourite mode of transport into Rapid Falls – a portal.

      Portals were instant doorways to anywhere in the world. They allowed Hazel and her followers to move between cities with ease. Quick entrances, quick escapes. And a whole lot of damage caused in between.

      That was the mild part.

      The most dangerous portal was the one that led to Ameera. A door that remained firmly sealed because opening it meant anything could emerge and enter the mortal world. Their world. The portal was the only thing that separated the two realms.

      Because of the risks involved, The Circle had bound the spell to open portals a long time ago, but it had been stolen by a dark witch caster, an evil lineage of witches with a love of black magic.

      Hazel’s lineage.

      Over time, on the rare occasions they’d opened the portal to Ameera, it had been brief and they’d ensured no one escaped.

      But Jenna had.

      The last time the portal had been opened had been the last night Jenna had seen her parents. The night her mother had sent her through the portal, along with a young orphaned witch her parents had taken under their wing, hurtling them into another world that was far prettier and more peaceful.

      But just as frightening.

      Jenna had been here ever since and after that night the door to Ameera had remained shut. Jenna had long since given up hope of ever returning until she’d been sent for Kate – and met Hazel. Even though she’d known the risks, she’d hoped that Hazel would attempt opening the portal to Ameera.

      If only briefly, enough time for Jenna to return to find her parents.

      Jenna’s chest tightened, like it always did when she thought of them. She hated the weight of despair that had reared its head. She’d mastered the art of keeping it all buried. But lately, memories of her parents had begun to consume her.

      A rustle of leaves in the distance startled her. Turning off the flashlight, she quietly scanned the forest.

      Her senses flickered and she held her breath, searching, listening. And then she heard it again. A shuffle of movement. Quiet breathing. A heartbeat.

      She wasn’t alone.

      She stepped behind a tree. A large shadow appeared in front of her, the movement so sudden and fast that leaves scattered. She dropped the flashlight and ducked. Moving with lightning speed, she lunged.

      It was like slamming into a brick wall but he grunted and went down. Jenna scrambled on top of him, using her body weight to pin him down. She threw the first punch, but her fist connected with a palm.

      “Dammit, Jen, what the hell was that for?” Ethan growled, his words stunning her into stillness.

      Jenna gaped at him, her heart lurching with relief. She punched him on the shoulder, but it lacked the force the previous one had. “Why did you sneak up on me like that? I could’ve killed you!”

      He snorted. “Like I’d ever let that happen.”

      “What are you doing here?”

      “What are you doing here?” He lifted his head, glanced at the door behind her. It was overgrown and bushy, but he’d know what was behind it.

      Damn.

      Her mind scrambled for a reply but none came. What the hell could she say anyway? If he ever discovered she’d been searching for a portal – preferably one to Ameera, of all places … yeah, he wouldn’t like that. At all.

      Besides, she wasn’t ready to tell him she was the daughter of Keeper parents exiled to a prison world on another realm. Ha, she almost laughed at how absurd that sounded. Not the kind of thing one could easily divulge.

      But still, she was busted and she needed an answer.

      “You followed me!” she accused, hating the slight hitch to her tone. But dammit, he’d frightened her! Messed with her plans. And he was onto her. She wasn’t sure which of the three she loathed more.

      “You wouldn’t tell me where you’ve been going at night.”

      “Ethan!”

      “Why are you here, Jenna?”

      She sat back, not caring that her waist ground against his. She tilted her head and looked at the door, grasping for an explanation. Anything that would ease his suspicion. “I came to check on Mason.”

      Silence.

      His brows lifted. “Right. And?”

      “I haven’t gone inside yet.” She swatted his chest. “You have no right to follow me, you ass!”

      “I have every right. Especially when I think you’re bullshitting me.”

      She climbed off him, hating how transparent she’d become with him. “I had a dream that made me want to check on Mason.”

      It was the truth. Kind of.

      “What about the other night?” He rose, watching her. “Also a dream?”

      “It’s none of your business, Ethan.” She tried to push past him, but he caught her arm and drew her back to him. Her body collided with his, a barrier of broad shoulders and hard muscles.

      “This is my witch, my home,” he murmured. “My business. And you shouldn’t be in the forest alone, Jenna. It’s too dangerous.”

      The cry of frustration erupted before she could reel it in and she shoved him away. “Everything’s dangerous, Ethan. Everything! I’m so damn sick of it!”

      She snapped her mouth shut, shocked at her outburst.

      Silence stretched between them and when he stepped forward instinct had her taking a step back, but he kept coming until she was backed against a tree.

      Awareness surged through her. The air caught in her lungs. She could feel him, smell him. His strength and masculine power immobilised her as he pressed forward, using his body to anchor hers.

      She lifted her chin in quiet defiance, meeting his gaze, refusing to reveal how she felt. Cornered. Breathless. All too aware of the heat and man that had her pinned to a damn tree.

      “We live in a permanent sense of fear, Jenna,” he said quietly, his words a rumble of sexiness that made her heart skip a beat. “I despise it as much as you do. But the only thing that keeps me from going mad is knowing I’m not alone.”

      The dim light from the discarded flashlight highlighted his features in a shimmer of orange.

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