The First Spell Weaver of Airendell: Book Two of the Airendell Chronicles by Audra Hart Read Free Book Online

Morna.  “I am more like Luca now than you.  Now Mother, tell me, why are you here?  What do you want?  If you still seek my death it won’t come easily, I can promise you that.  Curse or not I am much harder to kill now.”
    “Your death?  I have never sought your death child.” says Magdrid earnestly.  “Oh, so this is what Almeda meant today when she came to me.  She said that her son had more of his dark father in him than she had ever suspected.  She said that he had been seeking revenge against you and Luca for killing his father.  Almeda said that Ari had plotted over the years to convince you that I was against you.”  Magdrid says breathlessly.  “She said that Ari was insane and she couldn’t reason with him.”
    “Mother you turned on me when my mate was attacked by that vampire.  Someone was holding him in a binding spell while the vampire drained his body of blood.  If I had not come to the glen when I did, he would have died.”  Morna rages at her mother.  She draws a painful breath and continues.  “You tried to exile my husband, Mother.  You have been against us for centuries,” Morna snarls at Magdrid bitterly.
    “Morna, I confess I was afraid of Luca after he was turned into a vampire.  When I found out you were pregnant and that you had hid it from me I was convinced the child was vampire spawn. I was so devastated when you died and those friends of yours and your disloyal sister ran off with the babe‘s body.  I admit I took it out on Luca and unfairly imprisoned him in an exile spell.  But child, I never sought to harm you,” promises Magdrid.  “NEVER!
    “You were jealous of me because I am supposed to take over for you,” Morna begins.
    “Child, you are not destined to take over for me that young man beside you is.  Elias is destined to be the next First Weaver, not you dear,” Magdrid earnestly informs Morna.
    Morna is greatly relieved at this revelation, but she still doesn‘t fully believe she can trust her mother.  “Then why were you jealous of me mother?  Don’t tell me you weren’t. I was a child when it first started, but I could feel it.” Morna accuses her mother.
    “Yes child, I am ashamed to admit it, but that is true.  I was jealous of you.  Néill knew that you were not his child.  I came to suspect that he lusted after you mightily.  I was jealous.  One day, when you were only fourteen years old, I caught him watching you as you bathed.  I drove him out of our village and Guild.  I only told the Elders my reasons.  I was too ashamed to admit to everyone that my husband wanted my daughter over me.”  Magdrid hangs her head in shame with this last admission.
    Morna fears there might some truth in these words, she recalls looks, touches and other actions of Néill that were all wrong for a father.  She hadn’t been old enough, worldly enough to understand it then… But…perhaps Magdrid is telling the truth, about that part.  But Morna still has a hard time believing that.  Her step father had always been very good to her.
    “Magdrid, what about your relationship with Kyera?  Are you going to tell me you weren’t her lover?” Morna demands of her mother.
    Magdrid hangs her head again, and whispers, “Yes, she and I were lovers for centuries.  Off and on, even after I took Néill for husband.  I only took Néill for husband because I wanted children.  But then Kyera took up with that beast, that vile vampire Marcus and I never allowed her in my bed again.”  Magdrid runs her fingers through her jet black hair roughly.  Her pale blue eyes are very troubled, yet calculating.  “Morna, I am deeply humiliated that you know about that.”
    Luca has moved nearer to his mate and supports her with his arms.  He thinks that she looks as though she might drop face first at any moment.  “Morna love do you believe her?”  The look Morna shares with her mate clearly conveys that she does not believe her mother.  “Act as