Storm Warrior (The Weavers Circle #5) Read Online Jocelynn Drake, Rinda Elliott

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: The Weavers Circle Series by Jocelynn Drake
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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“Seriously?” Wiley cried out. “I can still do magic?”

“Yes.”

Wiley flew away from Baer and threw himself at Aunt Jo, not caring that he was hugging the goddess of animals and souls with all this strength. “Thank you! Thank you so much!”

“I can still fly,” Hale said with the happiest sigh.

“You’re going to give me gray hair,” Harrison muttered.

Hale stopped Harrison’s hand from tucking his own pendant away again. “And you can see the future. I bet you can see us living happily ever after for a very, very long time.”

Harrison pressed a kiss to the tip of Hale’s nose. “I don’t need magic to see that.”

Swoony sigh.

At least, Hale managed to keep that on the inside. This man just knew how to melt him in all the right ways. He cleared his throat and tried for serious. “Well, you have to take the pendant off when I’m shopping for holiday and birthday gifts. I won’t have you knowing my every surprise for you.”

“I can live with that,” Harrison agreed.

“The important thing is that we get to live this time,” Clay interjected. He looked at the goddesses and bowed his head. “Thank you for everything. We were happy to serve you and save the world.”

“The best thanks you can give us is to just live good lives from this day forward,” Willie said with a wave.

“Will we ever see you again?” Calder asked.

The three goddesses looked at each other, but it was Aunt Jo who shrugged and answered. “Probably. You men always have been entertaining, and eternity can be quite boring after a while.”

“Go! Go home and relax,” Flo ordered. “We’ll clean up here.”

They sort of stared at each other for a second. It felt strange leaving all the mess in the hands of the goddesses, but at the same time, did they really want to clean up a bunch of dead pestilents and try to sort out a bunch of formerly brainwashed humans who were likely angry and confused? No, not really.

Hale turned back to say good-bye one last time, but the goddesses were gone. So were the bodies. So were all the kidnapped humans.

“Whoa,” slipped out as his mouth fell open.

“Yeah, goddesses work fast,” Gio added.

Clay wrapped his arm around his mate and turned toward the trail they’d ascended to Devil’s Bridge. “Let’s go home.”

“They can do all that in the blink of an eye and we still gotta walk four miles to the SUVs? What the heck!” Wiley muttered.

“At least no one will be trying to kill us on the way down,” Cort said.

“That’s true. Might actually get to enjoy the scenery this time.”

“Enjoy it while you can,” Grey growled. “I am never coming back to this state.”

“Hey, guys!” Calder called out. “About home…”

“Yeah?” Clay prodded, turning his head so that he was partially looking over his shoulder.

“Well, are we going to continue living in the house together?”

Everyone stopped moving at once.

The sudden weight in the air was almost as heavy as when they’d faced the final spell. It was the one thing that had never crossed Hale’s mind because he’d never been able to think beyond closing the rift. Now he had an entire lifetime ahead of him and he had a soul mate.

But why continue to live together?

They’d all stayed at the Savannah house because it was protected. But they weren’t Weavers anymore, and there were no pestilents trying to kill them. They could all go their separate ways. It was kind of silly, all of them living under one roof. Stepping on each other. Driving each other crazy.

Big family meals.

Antics around the pool.

Clay shrugged. “If everyone wants to go their separate ways, I can divide up the money evenly. It’ll still be a lot for each person. You can go anywhere and live comfortably.” As he spoke, the words came out slowly and there was an uneasiness to them.

Dane wrapped an arm around Clay’s waist. “But I’ve still got to finish work on the house. At the very least, clean up from the last attack. I promised you I’d get that house perfectly restored.”

Clay smiled at his mate. “I’m in no hurry to go anywhere.”

Baer shrugged. “We’re not going anywhere. I like Savannah, and Wiley’s grandmother lives there.”

“You promised you’d remodel the attic as our apartment,” Lucien threw out as he drew Calder and Gio to him.

“I’ve got work in Savannah,” Gio smirked.

“I’ve got a beach and them. I’m happy to stay,” Calder chimed in.

Grey’s sigh was a bit extravagant, and it fooled no one. “Cort works there, and I’ve just started a new series of thrillers based on Savannah. There’s no advantage to us moving out.”

All eyes turned to Hale and Harrison. Hale had lived among the Weavers the shortest amount of time, and Harrison had only spent a couple of nights in the madhouse. If anyone was looking to make a quick escape, it would be Harrison. And Hale would follow his mate anywhere he went.


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