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PLEASE NOTE: SASSAFRAS contains spoilers for the HAYLE COVEN NOVELS. Do not read before #7, FLESH AND BLOOD.


Banished

Power engulfed me, a strong hand stroking my fur as Ahbi's mind met mine. I wish you well, Sassafras, she sent. Do come to visit someday.

No time to respond, not while her magic lifted me, sent me forward, toward the gap in the veil, through it—

My new body fell, landed hard on cold, wet gravel, the light from the veil shining one more moment. It snapped shut behind me, leaving me alone in the cold dark.

When the demon boy Sassafras breaks Demonicon’s oldest law and strips the power of another, he is sentenced to death. Only his influential father’s pleading commutes Sass’s sentence to banishment. Forced into the body of a silver Persian, his power taken from him, he is dumped in the dark streets of Victorian London and left to die. Rescued by a young witch and integrated into her family, Sassafras finds purpose at last, guiding and loving the Hayle family, sharing his heart with the remarkable coven he claims as his own.

Hayle Coven Universe: Sassafras

Miriam staggered forward, calling for her mother as the few remaining Puritys collapsed, hugging each other and staring at their fallen leader.


Both fallen leaders. Our coven mourned immediately, though I held out hope. I hadn't felt her die, no lifting of her spirit from her body. And, as Miriam bent over her mother, the thin, filthy soul of Naudia Purity rose and flashed out in the heavy, moisture-laden air as a flash of lighting lit the sky.


I heard the soft exhale of Ethpeal's breath just as the answering rumble of thunder died out, relief taking me as I supported the unconscious witch with all the power I could muster.


"Mother." Miriam's whisper sent a tremor through Ethpeal and, in that glorious moment when our leader's eyes opened, I thought we had won.


Chapter 53: Fallen