Free Bewitching My Love by Diane Story Page A

brought the heavy lock back hard against the steel of the door.
    “ Jonathan, why have you come here?” She didn’t want to see him; he had betrayed their love. Even still, her heart leapt at the sight of him.
    “ I cannot stay away from you any longer, my love. I had to see that thou art well.” When she turned her back, he felt the sting of her anger. “Do not turn away from me, my love, please. I did not bring this upon thee. It was Sarah, she accused you out of jealousy.”
    Mary stared at the wall across from her. “You did not tell the truth of it, Jonathan. You know I am not a witch, yet you do not tell the truth to our worship. I will not die from the hands of your wife Sarah, Jonathan. It will be yours to bring me my death.”
    “ What would you expect of me, Mary? I am to be a father. If I protect thee, then I too will die.” His heart flooded with sadness when she didn’t turn to face him. “I love thee Mary, I do. Please forgive me.” He wanted to hold her.
    Mary rolled back over to face him then, she wanted to see this love he protested for her. Searching his eyes, she saw it there. It did exist, but it was not enough. “Aye, you do love me, it shines there in your eyes.” After brushing away a tear from her cheek with the back of her hand, she continued. “Go back to Sarah, Jonathan, she is thy future now.” Raising her head off the filthy cot, she pulled her gold cross from around her neck and held it out to him. “I have cherished this gift that you hath given me, Jonathan. I want you to keep it now, and always know it laid next to my heart.” Rolling back over, she closed her eyes. She never wanted to see him again. When she felt the cot rise from his lack of weight she spoke her final words to him. “I forgive you, Jonathan, and I love thee. I shall always love thee. Now leave me, before your wife finds you here. Your son will need his father.” Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, she forced back her tears. How could she never know the touch of his lips on hers again? Death would be her only solace.
    Turning at the door, Jonathan reached his hand out to her, fingers wide. If only he could just catch her in his palm like rain falling from the sky. He would hold her close to his heart and take her from this place. Just to touch her, to hold her one last time. He wanted to go back and pick her up in his arms; the desire was overwhelming. But he knew he would be condemned to death for adultery if he let his heart make the choice. He couldn’t let his child grow up without his father. The salt of his own tears tasted bitter against his lips. “Your cross will rest against mine own heart, my love. Here it will stay until the day I die.” His hand clinched into a hard fist then fell to his side. He left her then, to prepare for her trial.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    Elizabeth thought about Rose all night and how she could stop her from returning to destroy her spell of love on Fern and Rowen. Her decision came easy; she would return to the sisters and take her back. After Mary’s trial she would go and get her from the Village Haverhill. The child would grow to be a powerful witch, as was evident by her ability to force her way and reverse the spell. If she took control over her as a child, she could turn her into a scornful witch like herself. The sisters wouldn’t part with her easily; she might have to take her without their consent.
    She managed to pull her tired body from her bed and dress; she needed to leave soon if she were to make it to the trial in time. Her Mary, a witch, hah! Not even a witch would accuse her of being a witch. Mary never was a witch and never would be. She was born lacking the ability. Sometimes it happened that way, the inherited ability would skip a generation, or maybe several before it would show up again. Little Rose had apparently inherited enough for not only herself, but her mother as well. With the correct training, she would be