Of Witches and Warlocks: The Complete Series

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

We ended up renting a couple of apartments at the plush Milestone Hotel in London. Vance paid for the rooms, but we put them under Brad and Shelly's names to try and help avoid detection, just in case anyone came looking.

Once everyone was settled in, we spent most of the daylight hours each day searching through old documents in libraries, trying to find anything we could that would give us more information on ancient Celtic rituals.

In the evenings, we relaxed and unwound, spending a lot of our time strolling through, and exploring, Hyde Park, sometimes venturing out before dusk to work our way through Kensington Gardens also before they closed.

Vance and I usually went to bed early at night, just to enjoy being alone with one another. Our relationship resumed all of its normal aspects—however, we were extremely careful about using some form of birth control now, just in case I hadn't conceived during the Celtic ritual.

"If I have to dig through one more library, I think my head may explode," I complained tonight as we crawled into bed together.

"I know exactly how you feel," Vance said, hooking his arm around my waist and dragging me against him so he could cuddle with me.

"What should we do?" I asked feeling exasperated. "It seems we're getting nowhere fast."

Staring off into space, Vance appeared to mull things over for a bit before he answered. "I'm thinking we must not be looking in the right place." His eyes flitted back over my face. "I mean, sure, we're finding things about the history of witchcraft, but nothing to do with actual spells or rituals. We need to find someplace that would have things like that."

"What about shops that deal specifically in Pagan or Wicca materials and supplies? Surely they'd have some books or something pertaining to historical rituals or prophecies," I suggested.

The sexy grin I loved made an appearance. "That pretty little head of your is as quick as ever," he said, placing a kiss on my forehead. "I think it's a good idea. We'll get online and look up some places tomorrow and see what we can find here in London."

"I also think we need to start thinking more like Douglas and Fiona. Where would they have stumbled across this prophecy? What kind of places do they get their information from?" I added.

"Another great idea," Vance agreed.

"I mean it's obvious this Awakening is not a well-known thing. No one seems to have heard of it. It makes me think it's something that's gone out of practice. You know, sort of obsolete. Who knows if it really even happens?" I continued on, spilling the random thoughts rolling around in my head.

"Good point. I'm thinking we have at least a few months before it might begin. They had enough time for a full-term pregnancy to occur, as well as waiting a few months to see if you'd conceived."

I nodded. "So what happens if I'm pregnant?" I asked, my hand absently drifting to my stomach.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," he replied without hesitation, looking directly into my eyes.

"Will you be upset about it, if I am?" I asked, a little worried since I didn't really know how he felt about the matter.

"Not because of the baby," he answered honestly. "I'd be upset about the danger it would place you both in. Plus, we're young, and I'd hoped to spend a few years as just the two of us before starting a family."

"So you'd be disappointed," I said, casting my eyes down to where I drew a lazy circle with my finger on his bare chest.

"I'd never be disappointed with something you and I created together." Catching my trailing finger, he lifted it to his lips and kissed it. "I'd just miss these kinds of moments we're getting to have together now."