Odessa
"It's known as a Triquetra, it's a Celtic symbol. It translates to 'three cornered' in Latin and has ties to the symbol of the Trinity and Celtic Triangle." Doughal had the sleeve of his right arm pushed up so I could see the interlocking triangles inked into his skin.
"What do you think it was doing on the front of a tattoo parlor?" I asked.
Doughal shrugged. "It's hardly uncommon to see old symbols popping up on random business logos."
"So you don't think it means anything?"
"Well, you saw it in a vision so it must mean something, right?"
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" I brought a hand to my forehead.
"Saying what?"
"Everybody thinks that I have the answers to the universe. That because I see things that it means something."
Doughal smirked. "Well, the last time I checked you were a prophet."
"That's not funny."
He ran a hand through his hair. "I can't imagine what it must be like for you, being a Druid's a big enough secret as it is. But I don't think I'm one for advice, but if you need a sarcastic remark, I'll be willing to fulfill it." He rolled down his sleeve. He left the table and I watched him descend the steps to the line up of cars in the driveway.
I twisted the multiple rings adorning my fingers while the rest of our assorted Coven gathered.
"What did he have to say?" Morgan appeared, placing his hands on my shoulders.
"Nothing helpful."
"Aw." He bent down and kissed me on the neck. "Such a shame." He pecked his way to my cheek.
"What did I say about sex on the porch?" Leon remarked as he passed us.
I sent him a look and he broke into a grin.
"You didn't say stop." Morgan called out to him.
"Because my eyeballs had disintegrated."
"You loved it."
I stood up and pushed my chair in. Morgan held out his hand and I let him lead me to his sleek, V-eight mustang.
"Is everyone clear on what we're doing?" Leon debriefed everyone.
Everyone nodded.
"Good. Now once we get there follow the routes on the GPS' in your cars, or motorbikes." He nodded Tabitha's way. "Park no closer than a block away, I'll give the word on whether its safe or we go to plan b. Clear?"
"Yes."
"Then let's go."
I jumped into the passenger's seat of Morgan's car and our line up of cars began following the drive around the stone fountain and onto the bitumen. Morgan revved the engine and I shook my head.
"This is a private island." I reminded him.
He simply revved it louder; causing a crackling sound from the exhaust that could be heard from one end of the island to the other. He picked up speed as we neared the portal, turning down a road only seen by those with magic. In the blink of eye the tropical beaches of Mustique had warped into the bright city lights and exotic culture of Miami.
I called out instructions from the GPS and Morgan followed.
He stopped at a set of traffic lights, revving the engine beside a Teslar.
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Than the Water of the Womb (Book 4 in the Coven Series)
Fantasy"'People don't get better they just get smarter. When you get smarter you don't stop pulling off the wings of flies, you just think of better reasons for doing it.'" It's the final battle for Lydia and her friends. Two years after Lydia's sentence a...
