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  Aurora’s Coven

  The Lost Coven | Book 1

  K. A Knight

  AURORA’S COVEN

  COVEY PUBLISHING, LLC

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  Published by Covey Publishing, LLC

  PO Box 550219, Gastonia, NC 28055-0219

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  Copyright © 2018 by K.A Knight

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  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the writer, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Cover Design Copyright © 2018 Covey Publishing, LLC

  Book Design by Covey Publishing, www.coveypublishing.com

  Copy Editing by Covey Publishing, LLC

  Printed in the United States of America.

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  ISBN: 978-1-948185-61-5

  First Printing, 2018

  Created with Vellum

  Also by K. A Knight

  THE LOST COVEN

  Aurora’s Coven

  THEIR CHAMPION

  The Wasteland

  The Summit

  Circus Save Me

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Epilogue

  Translations

  About the Author

  Note from Publisher

  Tellulah Falls

  Sanguin

  Hidden Embers

  Prologue

  Into the two open suitcases in front of me, I shove as many clothes as possible. Spinning rapidly to grab more from the open, wooden drawers behind me, I dump the last armful into the already bulging cases, not even caring what I grab in my haste. With a little extra effort, I manage to zip them closed and wheel them to the door.

  I turn back to the room I lived in all my life, my sanctuary. Memories of me and my mum laughing and joking rear up, and I quickly squash them down before I lose myself in the past. An empty room now meets my eyes, one devoid of any happiness, but still the one place I can be me, my refuge from the rest of the world. The once bright yellow walls my mum proudly declared were just as bright and happy as me now peel and fade, lifeless. The single bed stands crooked, the carpet aged. Like me, my room is tired and empty. With one last desperate scan, I turn and head down the old, creaky, wooden stairs and out the open front door.

  Worry tinges my thoughts, but I quickly push it away. My dad isn’t here to wake up from the noise. He’s hardly ever home, and the times he is, I spend wishing he wasn’t. Quietly, I climb into the single thing I still care about, my car, the one my mum bought me for my birthday, claiming I would need it as soon as I was old enough to learn to drive. The seats have a few tears in them, and the carpet has seen better days. A few scratches mar the purple paintwork, but to me, it’s the best present she could have ever bought me. A means to escape, the little, purple VW, my chance at freedom.

  With my suitcases safely stashed in the back, I turn on the ignition and the headlights fill the night’s sky in front of me and light up the front of our house. I take a deep breath and remind myself it’s not safe here anymore. I put my car in reverse and head down the drive, then towards the motorway. My hands ache from the tight grip on the wheel, and my breath comes faster than normal until I see the landscape change. I relax my death grip now that I know I haven’t been spotted. A stab of regret hits me for leaving everything and everyone behind, but it’s for the best. With no destination in mind, just the heart-racing hope of getting as far away from here as possible, I settle down for a long ride.

  1

  Three Months Later

  - AURORA -

  I swear if one more old, greasy man stares at my tits and leers again I’m going to pour cheap beer over his head. One of the men in question—clearly in his sixties with grey, receding hair and a belly to rival Buddha spilling from his too tight shirt—leans forward into me as I put his pint down in front of him. His cheap aftershave makes me crinkle my nose in disgust. I paste a fake smile on my face and stand up straight.

  “Anything else, sir?” His dull brown eyes roam across my body. At five foot three, it shouldn’t take him as long as it does. He licks his lips and leers at me, revealing cracked yellow and black teeth.

  “Are you on the menu, darling?” he sneers as he turns and laughs with his buddy to his left.

  I grit my teeth so hard through my smile you can almost hear my molars crack as they grind together. “’fraid not. Shout if you need anything,” I manage to squeeze out as I turn on my heel and stomp away.

  I make my way through the mismatched wooden tables, which lay empty at this time in the afternoon, and head past the cracked bar which runs all the way along the back of the room. Tom, the bartender for the day and owner of the pub, glances up from chopping lemons and flashes a toothy grin at me. I return it with half the enthusiasm and rush through the swinging kitchen doors before he can corner me and demand to know what’s wrong. I mean, I should be used to the flirty comments and men trying to undress me with their eyes by now, but for some reason, it’s getting to me today.

  When the door swings shut behind me, I fill my lungs to capacity, then release it slowly, slumping into the chair next to where I’m stood. Some pop song plays over the speaker in the background as Eddie spins like a hurricane around the kitchen. He stops in front of the counter facing away from me, gyrating his hips as he sings along off-key. I snort out a laugh before I can help myself, and he spins around so quickly he almost falls over. Grabbing onto the counter now behind him, he glares and points at me dramatically. I put on my most innocent face and smile sweetly at him.

  “Girl, you almost gave me a heart attack. You can’t scare an old man, ya know.” With his hand, he grasps his chest with a flourish.

  I barely contain my eye roll. “As if a heart attack would stop you!” At sixty, he still works five days a week, and I’m pretty sure he would work more if his wife would let him.

  “Sorry, cutie, I couldn’t resist your singing! It’s like a Siren’s song,” I whisper in awe.

  He gives me a fake glare and turns around to finish whatever he was making before I stomped in. I sigh and flop farther into my seat, pushing my black, biker boots across the linoleum floor.

  “What’s up your ass?” Eddie is, if nothing else, always straight to the point.

  “Nothing,” I mutter, staring sullenly down at the cracked flooring.

  I cross my jean-enclosed legs at the ankles and tip my head ba
ck to move the cascade of curly, black hair from my face in time to receive a searching glare from Eddie, who makes a non-committal noise and carries on plating a burger. I quickly paste my happy expression in place—it’s my go-to look. It tells people I’m fine, though sometimes I wonder if I’m fooling myself more than anyone else.

  “Where’s the pot boy, anyway? Dan what’s-his-name?” I ask happily, trying to change the subject before he grabs Tom and they both corner me until I spill.

  Eddie gives me a stern stare but lets me move the conversation along. “Little bugger didn’t show up again.” He puts the plate down in front of me.

  I jump up with more energy than I had before and grab it. “You’re surprised?” I turn to head out the door.

  The door is barely open as he replies, “No, he’s probably still asleep or something... Oh and, Aurora, you better tell me what’s wrong when you come back.”

  I make a noise and rush out the door before he can expect a response. I find the right table, deliver the meal with a tired quirking of my lips, and mention to shout for me if needed.

  Returning to the empty section of the room, I wipe down the tables to keep myself busy. If I’m honest with myself, it’s to stop from having to deal with answering Eddie or Tom, who currently keeps throwing me concerned glances as he serves. I concentrate more than necessary on washing the constantly dirty tables. I know why I’m irritable today, but it doesn’t mean I will share it with anyone. It’s bad enough they know I’ve not slept. The black bags under my eyes darken every day, making it harder to hide.

  Sighing audibly, I shake my head. I can’t believe it’s almost here, the date I dread more than anything and the reason behind the increasing number of nightmares and sleepless nights. My breathing picks up as I remember last night’s extremely vivid dream.

  Blood slithers across the floor, closer and closer to me as I curl tighter into a ball in hope it will stop it from touching me. It reaches the hem of my dress and almost instantly soaks it. I shove my hand in front of my mouth to hold in my scream.

  “Don’t make a sound, don’t move, and don’t scream,” I repeat to myself in a broken whisper as I slowly rock back and forth.

  The front door of the pub slamming open jars me back to reality, and I squeeze my eyes shut as all the sound rushes back into the room. I concentrate on slowing my breathing. When it’s almost back to normal, I steel my spine and turn to greet the next customer, but when I lock eyes with the man at the door, I know I’m screwed.

  “Shit,” I exclaim.

  2

  - AURORA -

  Eyes as blue as the ocean, surrounded by long thick dark lashes, and swirling with power lock with mine. I notice high, sharp cheekbones and a handsome face before gazing back at his eyes. The power in them make him stand out as something more. I find myself falling into their intensity and blink, glancing back down quickly. Leaning over the table to avoid his gaze, I try to breathe normally.

  The stranger’s eyes burn a hole in my back, which doesn’t help me try to keep my panic on the inside. I lean farther forward, and my dark hair makes a curtain in front of my face. It can’t be, not here. How is it possible? I checked the area when I moved here. I wonder if he is passing through.

  I wait for as long as I dare then move around the other side of the table. Continuing to use my hair as a shield, I sneak a peek through it, towards where he last stood. The stranger’s eyes no longer linger on me, instead, he leans casually on the bar talking to Tom in hushed whispers.

  My eyes wander over his body before I can stop myself. He’s tall, way over six foot. His blond hair shines with light brown streaks running through it, and it hangs to his shoulders. I can’t seem to stop staring at him. With his broad shoulders and well-built physique, he’s any woman’s wet dream, but instead, my stomach churns. I almost vomit when his aura flashes at me, whirling with his magic. My breathing picks up as I panic—I need to get out of here. Trying to walk as slowly and as casually as possible towards the hallway next to the kitchen seems to take forever.

  Reaching the corner, I take one last quick glance back. Tom’s face contorts in anger, and he gestures wildly while trying to stay quiet. The stranger stands, as casual as if he simply came in for a beer. His face is a calm mask, but his shoulders are tight under his black, long-sleeved shirt. I spin around as quickly as possible and almost fall over. Righting myself, I rush down the deserted corridor towards the staff toilet, trying to contain my breathing and counting the steps until I reach the wood door into my safe zone. I run through the door and slam it shut, locking the door as quickly as possible.

  Backing away until my shoulders hits the tiled wall, my breath pants out of me. I let myself slide down until I sit with my back resting against it. Realising I didn’t check my shielding, I curse myself—I became complacent. Closing my eyes, I search within myself where my magic rests. My shield, which I imagine like a never-ending steel wall surrounding my magic, welcomes me, and my violet magic spins inside it, desperately trying to escape. The darkness which hides in the deepest part of me rushes forward to greet me. Dragging myself back before I fall too deep, I let my eyes pop open. Stupid, really stupid. None seems to have escaped, but I hadn’t checked recently. I let my head hit the wall with a bang in the silent room. My head aches from the impact, but I let the pain surround me as it means I’m still alive.

  Memories flit through my head too fast to catch. Maybe, I should leave. I’ve done it before; I can do it again. But I’m happy here, more than I’ve been for a long time. I’ve got friends, a house, and a life. What if he was just passing through, and Tom was warning him not to cause trouble? It would be something he’d do. I nod to myself, deciding I’ll wait a bit until he leaves then go talk to Tom.

  My magic flares in response to my panic, searching for a way out. I concentrate and allow a little to leak through my shielding. My magic emerges from my fingers, entangling my hand almost in a caress. Twisting my hand to watch as it flickers and moves like a flame, I try to calm down. The power glowing in my eyes reflects off the toilet opposite me and confirms just how much seeing him affects me. Not wanting to face that part of myself, I quickly snap them shut and allow my magic to slither back inside me, coiling behind my wall like a waiting snake.

  Once I’ve calmed down a bit, I realise he couldn’t have seen anything, or he would have come to find out which coven I’m from, not go to the bar. It was just me overreacting, right? If I only knew how wrong I was...

  - BENJAMIN -

  I find myself unable to drag my eyes away from the most beautiful woman I have ever seen as she walks through the bar and disappears down a corridor. As soon as I walked in, my eyes were drawn to her, and I couldn’t pull myself away as if her eyes pulled me to her. Hair as dark as night with curls all over. Skin so perfect it almost appeared luminescent. Her curves made my mouth water, but it’s her eyes I couldn’t look away from. So open, like I could fall into them, I wouldn’t even fight it. I frown as I remember the expression on her face—frozen in fear, her panic almost palatable. Why would she fear her own kind? I don’t know if she realised her magic reached out towards me once she locked her eyes with mine, but she cut it off so fast I almost stumbled. Rubbing the stubble on my chin, I glance towards the hallway where I watched her delicious ass sway down.

  I turn back to Tom, my face frozen in a confused grin. He glares back at me. Trying not to laugh at the old, cranky bear, I lean on the bar in front of him. He must like her; he’s ready to defend her. I’m curious, so I play dumb.

  “How’s business, old man?” I ask casually.

  He frowns at me but answers anyway. “Good.” His eyes tighten at my lack of reaction to the anger in his voice.

  Wow, he must really like her. He never was talkative, but this is crazy even for him.

  “When did you get back?” he asks with forced casualness. I stare at him, my smirk fixed in place. “Are you all back? Are you all staying?” The glass in his hand cracks under the pressure
of his squeezing paws, but I pretend not to notice.

  “Why?” Yeah, I’m an asshole, but damn, I can’t stop my curiosity rising about her, and with how Tom is acting, I bet he can tell.

  “No reason. You leaving soon?” he grunts at me. I can’t help but laugh.

  “Trying to get rid of us so soon, old man?”

  “Stop calling me old man and no, just curious.” The glass he holds bangs down on the bar. I keep smiling until he gets even more annoyed.

  “Fine, don’t tell me. But leave her alone, will ya!” His upper lip curls in a snarl. My eyebrow arches in surprise, his attitude further ramping up my interest. Tom knows exactly what I’m like and never cared before, especially not to warn me. Not even when his waitress flirts with me. Or maybe he’s worried about what I am...

  “Sure,” I lie. His square face gets redder by the second, turning his tanned skin tomato-coloured. I watch, wondering what will happen when he explodes. A rumble starts in his chest, and I let my magic come forward just in case. It’s not the wisest idea to poke a bear, but this is too much fun. We are both staring at each other, waiting for the other person to make a move when I feel her come back.