Free The Young Vampire Mate: The Airendell Chronicler Diaries - Book 1.5 by Audra Hart Page A

strings, manipulating situations and people to their advantage.  This person is the very essence of darkness.”
    “Like your father’s people?” I ask suspiciously.
    “Worse,” Ari admits.  “I know I can’t convince you tonight, but I am my mother’s son.  I take after the light side of my heritage.  I am here with only the purest intentions.”
    “I hope so,” I say softly.
    “Breena, he ascended at age seven.  You know he must be very pure of heart to do that,” Almeda assures me.
    “I know that, but forgive for being a tad protective of my little sister and my Guild.”  Despite the genetic reverence all Spell Weavers hold for the Elves I am concerned.  Very concerned.
    “Perfectly understandable,” Ari assures me.  “I am sorry I tried to get a read on your thoughts.  I am not a strong empathic like you are.  I have to actually hear someone’s thoughts to get clear idea what they are feeling.  But it was rude of me.”
    I nod to show that I agree it was rude.  Ari chuckles because he realizes I am still not trusting him completely.  “When we all gather at the Gateway, I will submit to you and Rinda reading my memories, as long as you promise not to give me any new false memories.”
    I blush at that.  Not many people know we can do that and we certainly don’t advertise it.  It’s not exactly ethical and it beyond abilities that Spell Weavers are traditionally supposed to have.  Many in our Clan frown on it whenever a Weaver expands our magic.  But I nod to acknowledge that I think that would be a good idea.  Looking into his mind would be a very good idea.
    Almeda smiles, “Well, you need to go catch your flight to Chicago.  Go enjoy your reunion with your sister.  As you know, she is very different than she used to be, but in many ways she is the same girl you grew up with.”  I just nod, refusing to give them any more information until I have made my mind up about them.  Almeda looks saddened by my response.  “I hope we can earn your full trust.”
    “I do too,” I say cryptically.  The Elves nod to me before they disappear from my living room.
    “What the fuck is going on?” I mutter before I pick up the phone to tell Fionn about what just happened. 
    He listens to everything and says, “Mom said things were going to get weird, and I am thinking that might be an understatement.  I will catch up with you as soon as I can.  But if you ever feel threatened, you weave a finding spell and come straight to me.  You hear me, baby?” 
    I smile and promise Fionn that I will do just that, but part of me is feeling very guilty for involving Fionn so much in my life, especially after what happened between us.  I know I really hurt him when he realized that I thought someone else was making love to me.  I can’t help but shiver as I recall the feel of Fionn’s mouth on body. 
    Why am I so stubbornly hanging onto my dream mate?  A girl could do a hell of a lot worse than Fionn MacLeod.  I smile when I think about my friend, he could make me happy, really happy.  But then another thought occurs to me; I don’t love him enough to make him happy.  He deserves someone who would truly be his mate.  Someone who would love him completely, like I will love Damian. 
    I sigh and pick up the phone to call Jenny.  We are going to have to hustle to get me through security and on my flight in time.  Oh joy, rushing to catch a flight!  Thanks Elves, thanks a whole hell of a lot!  I know I am not being fair but I still resent their intrusion in our lives, and more specifically resent them making me late for the airport.
    When I hang up, my mind goes back to Damian and I can’t help but smile.  I know in my heart of hearts that he is my mate, and somehow he is destined to be the father of my children.  I am still smiling like an idiot when Jenny picks me up at my house.  She takes one look at me and cracks up.  “I’ll be damned!  You have found your mate,