Free Soul Mates Rise: Witching Call Part 4 by Sandra Ross Page A

what was
threatening the magical world. Time was short, and it would not
help matters if they were so tired that they could not
focus.

Chapter Two
    MARCUS AND LOLA HAD LUNCH brought to
them in the conference hall. They studied the information that The
Council had gathered about his biological parents. While they
munched on shrimp poor boy sandwiches, Marcus opened the envelope
and pulled out the sheets of paper contained within. He scanned the
first one and then handed it to Lola.
    "Ok," she said as she read it. "It says
that your mother was seventeen when she gave birth to you and that
her name is Mariana Moreau. You were delivered by a midwife who
apparently left you at the small church in the woods. They can't
find your mother now, so they assume that she went off the grid
sometime right after you were born. I'm sorry, baby, but it looks
like she didn't want to be found and she didn't want to be a
mother. I know one thing---if we decide to have a baby, I would
never be able to leave it."
    "I know, my love," Marcus replied in a
husky voice, kissing her temple. "You'll be a wonderful mother when
the time comes."
    They exchanged smiles and then went
back to reading the file.
    After a while, it was evident there was
not any more to be gleaned from the information because his
father's identity was not there. A seemingly older photo of Mariana
was included when she was pregnant with Marcus. She was very
beautiful with long dark hair and large green eyes.
    "Mariana is so pretty," Lola said. "I
don't think you take after her, though. Not with your auburn hair
and blue eyes, at least. You must take after your father. It's too
bad that they couldn't locate him or at least find out his
identity."
    She paused, paling at what she was
reading.
    "Marcus, there's something here that
suggests Mariana may have been raped. If she was, that would
explain everything. It would make sense that she didn't keep you
and decided to give you away."
    "Well, if that's true, my father sure
was a standup guy, huh?" Marcus said sarcastically.
    Lola put her arms around Marcus to
comfort him. She knew that there were no words that she could say
at that moment that would make any difference. If it turned out
that Marcus actually was a product of rape, they would get through
it. His life had not turned out so badly after all.
    Something else occurred to
Lola.
    "MARCUS, if your powers didn't come
from your mother, then it had to be your father who is the
warlock."
    "Yeah, you're right, and just how scary
is that? A rapist with magical powers running loose in the world
can't be a good thing."
    "Well, we shouldn't jump to conclusions
just yet. Let's see what the rest of the information here
says."
    It turned out that there was not a lot
left to be digested.
    There was nothing about Mariana's
family-it was as if she had suddenly appeared from a cabbage
patch.
    They talked about the information they
did have to see what made sense. All they could do was attempt to
research more information about Mariana.
    "By the way, when is Sable arriving?"
Marcus asked Lola.
    "Oh, she'll be swooping in any time
now, I imagine," Lola laughed. "You know Mother. She likes to do
the unexpected."
    "Yes, she does," Marcus agreed. "Do you
think we've got enough time to do a little swooping of our
own?"
    "I've always got time to swoop with
you," Lola whispered as she went into his arms and started to
nibble on his neck.
    "Hmmm, now that's what I like to hear."
He stood up and lifted her butt towards the edge of the
table.
    Lola giggled. "Here?"
    "Yes," Marcus replied in a husky
whisper after pushing the piles of folders away and putting a spell
on the doors so they wouldn't be disturbed. "There'll be too much
people on the way to our bedroom and I don't think I can
wait."
    She held his head when he swooped down
to kiss her exposed breasts after expertly unclasping, then
loosening her bra. She threw her head back and moaned. Her back
arched when he slid one of her turgid nipples inside