Firemancer Collection (Fated Saga Box Set Book 1) Read Free

“Sure they like each other. Why would we come back every summer if they didn’t?”  
       “I mean like-like,” Meghan rephrased. “You know. Are they in love ?”
       “Oh. That. Well, if they were, don’t you think Uncle Arnon would have stopped traveling around and stayed here with Kanda?”
       “I can imagine a lot of things, Col. But Uncle Arnon settling down in one place is not one of them.”
       Kanda interrupted their conversation.
       “You must all come tonight, to my fire pit,” she bid them, so all could hear. “I have a grand feast prepared to welcome the summer.”
       Uncle Arnon forced his fears aside.
       “We will be there, Kanda,” he replied firmly, now back near the trailer’s entrance. “Besides, I know Colin is eager to hear more of your campfire stories.”
       Colin’s excitement showed as he beamed widely in agreement.
       “And I have a special one planned for tonight,” Kanda added, in a tone that sent Colin’s mind reeling with curiosity, and once again reignited Arnon’s fears for the twins’ safety.
       Kanda’s mischievous eyes sparkled as her attention turned to the campground’s entrance. “And now, I think more good news.”
       The low rumbling of the approaching motorhome was unmistakable. Meghan’s heart skipped a beat. A second later Colin had guessed, too. 
       “The Jendayas are here!” He ran a few steps closer, waving vigorously. Meghan ducked behind the mirror on their uncle’s station wagon, rechecking her clothes and hair. She wished there was time to apply a darker shade of eyeliner.
       Arnon rejoined Kanda and held out his hand, inviting her to lead the way. She snatched him instead, and they walked arm and arm.
       The thirty-four foot motorhome came to a slow, skidding stop. The windows rolled down and the entry door flew open. An athletic looking tall and tan boy, with crazily curly, dusty blond hair, leapt out, grinning widely.
       “Sebastien, hey,” said Colin.
       “Hey, backatcha,” the athletic boy replied, patting Colin’s shoulder. Sebastien turned to hug Meghan, but she kept her distance. He blushed slightly, but did not step any closer. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by his mother.
       “Don’t run off, Sebastien,” she said, in a controlled, but quiet manner. “You need to help your father.”
       “I know, Mom,” he answered begrudgingly.
       He and the twins walked a short distance away so they could have their own private conversation.
       “I was beginning to think summer would never get here,” Sebastien said.
       “It was a long year this time, wasn’t it?” agreed Colin. He continued without waiting for a reply. “There’s a caravan of Gypsies in the campground. Did you see any of them on your drive in?”
       “Gypsies? No, I haven’t seen them. Where are they camped?”
       “The next few sites over. You know, the ones with the permanently parked wagons,” answered Meghan.
       “So they are the owners of those,” replied Sebastien. “Have you met any of them?”
       “No,” answered Colin. “And I do not intend to!”
       “Oh, Little Bro, endlessly afraid,” teased Meghan.
       Colin frowned.  
       “Not afraid,” he clarified. “Um, well, maybe a little afraid of you getting us into trouble again. And I am not getting grounded this summer!”
       Meghan punched him in the arm.
       Colin winced.
       “I can see the two of you have not changed a bit,” laughed their friend. Meghan forgot her tirade on Colin as blood rushed to her already flushed face, turning her cheeks even rosier.
       A voice carried over to the trio.
       “Sebastien, honey, it’s time to go,” called his mother.
      “Let’s meet up in two hours, at the secret path,” he suggested, jumping back on board the motorhome. Meghan and Colin nodded their agreement. Sebastien gave them the thumbs up, which meant one thing: summer had