Edge, Episode Two: Season One (Edge, A Serial Series Book 2) by Jamie Magee Read Free Book Online

older than the first time she had seen him, but he damn sure tried. He’d put a little gray in his side burns, dressed in suits, carried a dominance about him.
    But to her, he was the same. He was that fallen soul her family nursed back to health, the one that became stronger than they ever imaged. Jamison was the reason Reveca could mock a living life . He was the reason that himself, Saige, and other select members of the coven had grasped immortality.
    When the world Reveca grew up in, or dimension rather, began to collapse, Jamison is the reason they survived . He brought them to this one, long ago.
    He was sitting at the edge of the bar, looking over some papers. Two women were on the opposite corner, gawking at him. That was pretty normal. The boy was a looker, sharp features, an easy smile. Charm. He had that in spades.
    Reveca sauntered right up to him . She didn’t slide into the bar stool. No, she used the bar stool as a step and perched her bottom right on the bar. Slowly she crossed her legs, leaned forward, and gave Jamison a lazy smile as she heard the others in the room gasp.
    Jamison had sensed Reveca before she’d ever managed to park her bike, but it made no sense to move to the front to meet her. He could make this room as private as he wanted, so he waited.
    “You look ravishing, Reveca,” Jamison said as his blue eyes moved down her, holding his gaze on her he spoke to the bartender. “Ensure our guests make it to the front bar, a round on us. This bar is closed until further notice.”
    Reveca held his stare as the few in the room began to leave.
    “Why are your eyes so hungry, brother? Where is that innocent you play house with? Are you two having a tiff?”
    Jamison didn’t answer until he heard the lock on the main doors slide.
    “Brother?” he asked with a lift of his chin and sly grin.
    That was all that Reveca needed to see to know that she wasn’t leaving there empty handed.

Chapter Three
    Reveca reached for the straw that was in the drink before Jamison and spun the ice slowly. “Yes. Brother. The world at large believes that Saige is your elder sister . Granted it would be hard for them to believe she’s my twin in her tragic state, but still…you and I, well, my father did see you as the son he was never given.”
    “Reveca, I would gladly publically claim you as family if you chose to engage in legitimate business, legitimate practices .”
    “Semantics, Jamison. I’m a product of my environment.”
    Reveca let go of the straw and leaned forward on her knees. “But daydream with me for a moment. If I ever agreed to bend to your will, brother, would you finally introduce me to the next generation of the coven?”
    Jamison had managed to do what most would call the impossible a while back. After endless eras of an immortal life he became a father of a child of flesh. To the world at large and the private coven, his life was the picture of perfection, nice and neat inside safe lines. Jamison’s family had no idea Reveca existed. Yet Saige was the sweet, older, eccentric aunt they adored.
    None of that bothered Reveca, not really. Innocent young girls had no business in the life Reveca led, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t prepared to taunt Jamison with that threat if she were pushed to, and she was.
    Jamison never answered, only let his eyes reflect a practiced smile rich with charm.
    “Just over twenty years now, right? The little one.” Reveca threw her head back in mock enthrallment. “Oh , how I remember being that young, grasping power, feeling that surge come through you—downright orgasmic . I bet you have your hands full keeping the boys away.”
    No response, not really, perhaps that stare harbored that same ‘knowing’ edge Jamison was notorious for, but nothing more.
    Reveca let out a breath. “Big girl now, big enough to want to take down her daddy’s enemies, huh?” Reveca pursed her lips. “Perhaps I should introduce myself to Little Bit, tell her if