Free Soul Mates Bewitched by Elizabeth A. Lance

flash of red hair, or the nightmarish creatures she might be hunting. It didn’t take me long to see her zipping around the corner, obviously on the trail of something. I approached her slowly, I didn’t want her accidentally throwing one of her fireballs at me.
    “Jillian?” I called softly just as she vanquished the Unseelie she’d been after. She turned and smiled at me.
    “Did ye have a nice kip?”
    “A what?” I asked.
    “A sleep, you know, a kip? Never mind. Where’ve ye been?”
    I moved closer to her and pulled her into my arms. “With Max. A lot has happened since last night.” I stared down into her eyes, trying to figure out what she was thinking. Her luscious lips were turned down in a frown and her brow was wrinkled. “What’s the matter?”
    “That Faerie. I don’t bloody trust him.”
    I looked down at her surprised. “Why? Max has been my best friend forever. And I found out a lot about myself, about my family today. Can we go somewhere and talk? Somewhere we won’t be overheard?”
    Jillian nodded. “I’ve gotta place, we ken go there.”
    “Lead the way,” I said, taking her hand. I followed her for a few blocks, till we got to West Sixty-Ninth Street. “You live here?” I asked, following her up the steps to a historic looking building.
    “Hi ya, Harry. What’s the craic?” Jillian said to the doorman as he held open the door for us.
    “Nothing much going on tonight, Miss Jillian. There is a package from your parents at the office.”
    “Thanks, Harry,” Jillian said with a smile as she pulled me deeper into the building. I stared in wonder as she dragged me through the lobby. The floor was swirled marble, and the staircases were grand, like those you’d see in old Hollywood homes or maybe a plantation. “David, ye got somethin’ fer me?” she asked the elderly man in the office.
    “I do, Miss Jillian. A package from your parents, I believe. Arrived this afternoon. It’s not heavy, perhaps your young man can carry it up for you.”
    “Sure, I can do that,” I said, taking the box from him. It wasn’t heavy, just awkward.
    “Come on.” Jillian grinned again as she led the way up the stairs to her apartment. She pulled her key out of her tight black pants and opened the door. Her place surprised me. It was the most luxurious place I’d ever been in. Hard wood floors in the entry led to a living room with very plush carpeting. All of the furniture was made up of antiques, sturdy and well cared for, but still antiques. She led me through the living room to a back room which turned out to be a small den with much more comfortable looking furniture, and a large flat screen TV. She sat down and I handed her the box, which she immediately put on the floor and pushed out of the way. “Now, what did ye want ta say?”
    I sat down next to her, not even sure where to begin. “How much do you know about my family and our connection to yours?”

 
     
    J illian stared at me, a confused look on her face. “What are ye talking aboot? How would our families be connected?”
    I’d known it, from the first moment in which we’d met, that we were connected in some way, and also that she had no idea what it was her family really did. “I’m not sure where to start. Your parents are very powerful, you know this?”
    “Aye. They are the Guardians for all of Ireland. Me mum’s the Oracle. She sees things. They sent me away ta prep school fer years, but when I came home that last summer they trained me ta fight the demons. Then Mum got a vision and decided they were too busy ta train me and so they sent me to Nicu to finish me training. I’m sure they wanted me ta stay with Nicu, but I wanted me own place, ye know? I used me trust fund ta buy me this apartment building. I wanted a place ta practice me sorcery, and I pay Harry and David ta watch over things, an’ keep me safe. Not like I need their protection now, I ken take on a slew o’ Fae by me self.”
    “But, they