Free Coven by Lacey Weatherford Page B

I’d had with Jett. But mainly, it was Seth’s
revelation about Jett’s family that had me in overdrive.
    How was I supposed to act around Jett? Was
it true? Did he know I was a witch? Was my family in danger because
of him?
    I mean, my dad was one of the most powerful
warlocks anywhere, so we did have that advantage. My mom wasn’t
magical anymore, so there was absolutely zero risk where she was
concerned; so as far as I could see, that left me as the only
vulnerable one. I knew I could physically take care of myself, and
I also had my own magical powers I could add to the mix—but then,
again, so did they.
    Stopping my pencil movements, I rested my
hands in my lap and sighed. “I’m all right. I’m just nervous about
dinner. I’m afraid Dad will drill Seth all night long.” That may
not be the complete truth, but it was one of the many reasons I was
feeling antsy today.
    Mom laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll do my best
to keep your father under control. Don’t be upset with him, though.
We love you more than anything, Kenna. He just wants to make sure
you’re safe.”
    “I know. I just hate that everything makes
him so on edge. It’s like every decision made about our family is
some huge discussion, even if it’s over the simplest of things. He
sees danger everywhere.”
    She nodded. “And had you lived the life he
has, you’d see danger everywhere, too. It’s practically been bred
into him. He’s been conditioned over the years to not trust anyone.
That mistrust is why he’s still alive today.”
    “Barely,” I muttered. “If it hadn’t been for
your family and the Awakening, he’d most likely be dead.”
    “And you would’ve never been born.” She
reminded me. “You just have to remember, despite what he’s been
through, his love for you out shines all of that. You are the joy
in his life.”
    A crazy sounding giggle burst from my lips.
“I get what you’re saying, but I’m pretty sure you’re the joy in
his life. He worships you every waking moment.”
    Smiling, she continued to stare at the
window. “It’s true, we are very much in love with each other; but
you . . . you are the best parts of the two of us—made up
into one beautiful person. Trust me when I say that you are the joy
in his life—the one thing he’s constantly proud of.”
    “No pressure there.” I grumbled under my
breath as I stared out the window. “Just promise me he’ll be nice
to Seth tonight. I get the feeling from Dad that he’d like to mess
with him a little. I’d like it if Seth was still into me after
dinner with you two.”
    Laughing heartily, she nodded. “I give you
my word. If your dad gets out of control, I’m sure I can find a way
to distract him.”
    “I’m sure you can—just make sure it’s in a
different room and preferably one out of hearing distance, as well.
Otherwise Seth may be scarred for life if you two start going at it
on the kitchen counter. The kitchen terrifies me these days.”
    Snorting, my mom tossed her long black hair
over her shoulder and fixed her stare on me. “Would you stop? We
are not that bad!”
    “My eyeballs beg to differ. And I can’t
count the times I’ve been traumatized by the two of you, mentally,
before I could slam that door closed. I’ve taken to adding alarms
to certain “key phrases” dad says, in an effort to keep the
unwanted stuff out.”
    “I’m sorry about that. I know the mental
connection between the two of you must make it difficult. But, we
also want you to know that sex is natural and healthy. Once you
find the right person, it can be a beautiful thing.”
    Yay! A sex talk—fairly sure I’m dying
right now. “I’m pretty sure if I ever find the right person
that Dad will kill him before the guy ever gets the chance to touch
me. I’m afraid to even kiss a guy. And you know how old-fashioned
Dad is. He made the two of you wait until you were married.”
    “I know. And that was a hard thing for us to
do; which is why we ended