The Fine Line ~ 'Destined Lovers' Book 5

Hate-Filled Heart

Chapter 1 – Hate-Filled Heart

{Kuza POV}

I looked at the parchment in my hand again as I paused at the door of the caravan. Chris had just come round, handed it to me, and left without barely a “Hello,” or a “How are you doin’?”…but what puzzled me more was the fact he’d given me a scroll in a language he knew I couldn’t read. I mean…who the fuck reads Latin nowadays?! Well…I guess he does, but he’s older than me! With a deep breath, I knocked on the caravan door.

A warm, wrinkled, old face answered, smiling at me. “Michael! I haven’t seen you in years!”

“It’s nice to see you too Megs.” I chuckled lightly before holding up the parchment. “I wonder…do you have a moment?”

“My young student will be here shortly for her lessons, but, yes…I have a moment to spare… but only for you.” She smiled as she let me inside and sat me down, leaning on her cane beside me benevolently. “Now, how can I be of assistance this evening? It would take something extraordinary to coax you here during the blood moon…”

“I was hoping for a translation…if possible.” I smiled sheepishly up at her as I unrolled the scroll. “A friend left it with me without saying a word…”

“Ah, but of course!” Megs nodded with a friendly smile. “Just let me…find my glasses…”

I smiled a little. “They’re on top of your head, Megs…”

“Oh!” she cried, laughing at herself. “So they are! Now…let’s have a look…” she said quietly as she took a seat opposite me and took the scroll. “Hmm…” she frowned for a moment, then spoke in a wise voice. “BA hoc invenient suis et mortuum peregrinatione quam pro…” she trailed off for a moment before looking over the rims of her glasses at me pointedly and handing the scroll back to me. “Literally, ‘The holder of this shall find his mate faster than the dead travel…’.”

My eyes widened ever so slightly. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” Megs nodded as someone knocked quietly on the caravan door. “Come in my child!” she called over her shoulder, still looking at me curiously as I looked at the parchment. “Ah, Selina! Michael Kuza, this is my latest student, Selina. Selina, this is a very old friend of mine.”

I felt an unfamiliar pair of eyes on me and looked up into a pair of bright, pale blue eyes, held in a petite face framed by dark blue hair…and, as Megs looked from me to Selina with a knowing look, time as I knew it stood still…

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{Selina POV}

Gravel crunched beneath my feet as I walked the well-trodden path to Megs’ caravan…in the woods. I liked Megs. But she was…eccentric. She was my Coven’s leader…and essentially my mother for all intents and purposes seeing as my own mother dumped me at Meg’s door when I was two and fled to God knows where. But it was better this way Megs said often, and I believed her. My mother wasn’t a witch…and probably didn’t even know my father was a Warlock.

But, as usual, I pushed thoughts of my past from my mind and continued on to Megs’ home, though it was only a caravan, for my lessons. As the dim lights of her caravan honed into view up ahead I froze, a shadowy figure standing in the doorway looking up at Megs making me tense and duck behind a tree. I frowned as I saw Megs smile and usher him inside, closing the door only after thoroughly looking around. Who was she seeing? I was her only student…so…had someone come to her for help? With a hesitant breath I stepped out from behind the tree and crept quietly towards Megs caravan once more.