Love Never-Ending Read Free

believe that is why she fell.”
    Rebaccah covered her mouth with shaking hands to hold back
her cry while Ham held her close. Rage burned deep in his eyes as he stared at
Dai. “She’ll never be able to bond.”
    Desperately wishing that he could say otherwise, Dai just
nodded. “She will never be able to bond. His revenge for her rejection is
complete. We cannot change what has happened. We will work on healing her heart
and soul. But first we must heal her body.”
    Rebaccah choked on her angry tears. “Find a way for her to
bond! Bonding will heal her heart! She’s only sixteen! You find a way for our
baby to bond when the time comes, Dai! She loves children. It would be a sin
for her to be barren.”
    Dai’s sad eyes met Ham’s. “Take Rebaccah home now. I will
remain with Samara and keep her safe.”
    * * * * *
    Samara shook the bad memories away. There was no place for
them on this bright sunny morning. Better to recall the events that led to her
having her own home. She smiled in remembrance of how it all started with a
visit with her Aunt Jade.
    “I have come to take your son away,” Samara gaily informed
the lovely auburn-haired woman quietly crocheting in the garden.
    “Ah? Any particular one? Or will any of them do?” Jade
inquired lightly. “There are ten of them to choose from so I’ll be very
interested to see which one you pick.”
    “I want Falcon. We are going to start a village newspaper.”
Fascinated with Jade’s ability to crochet in spite of her blindness, Samara
watched her long pale blue fingers slip the crochet hook in and out of the soft
loops of yarn with amazing speed.
    “And what particular qualities does Falcon have that you
need? I would suppose Panther and Llynx would have energy to spare if you need
someone to deliver your papers.”
    Samara shuddered. “No, thanks. Don’t think that you’ll palm
off those two young demons on me. Falcon can write . I need a reporter.”
    Jade dropped her crochet project in her lap and tilted her
head to one side. “Really? Dear me, I must have a chat with Falcon. He’s never
mentioned writing.” Her expression took on a listening quality and Samara knew
she was no doubt having a mental conversation with one of her mates—either
Merlyn or Dai. “Are you sure Falcon will be interested?” Jade finally asked
doubtfully.
    “Let us ask him,” Samara suggested. “I will be content to
leave it up to him.” She plopped down in one of the comfortable Adirondack
chairs placed in the cool shady garden. She always enjoyed the lovely outdoor
room that Merlyn and Dai had arranged for Jade. Idly, she plucked a spare ball
of yarn from the table next to her, admiring the soft minty green color, before
returning it to its place.
    Without further discussion, Jade summoned Falcon from the
library. Falcon? Will you please come out to the patio?
    A few moments later a young boy with serious dark blue eyes
and fiery braids appeared in the doorway. “You called, Mama?”
    “Come out, son. Samara has come to ask you something.” Jade
took up her crocheting as she gently reminded him, “First see to the comfort of
your guest.”
    “Of course, Mama.” Falcon turned to Samara with a wide smile
that offered a brief hint of fangs. “May I bring you some tea and cookies,
Samara?”
    “That would be lovely. Apple, please,” she replied gravely.
    “One moment, then. Mama, what tea would you like?”
    “Honeybush. Thank you, Falcon.”
    When Falcon vanished back into house, Samara chuckled. “Your
children are so well mannered, Jade. I have no idea how you do it.”
    “Even the demons, Panther and Llynx?” Jade tempered her jibe
with a small smile.
    “Yes, even Panther and Llynx,” Samara admitted. “They’re
both so inventive about the trouble they get into. But I have to say that
they’ve never been rude. We’ll see what they’re like next year when I have both
of them in my class.” She looked around the garden, remembering long-ago