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Prologue.
Kit.
Adeep sigh left his lips as the for-sale sign was replaced by a sold sign. And a moment later, he sent a thought at The White Witch asking if she was ready for war?
She shuddered slightly in response and sent him a flicker of irritation.
Kit rubbed a hand over his face. This farce happened every so often. A new owner would buy the inn, not believing in the rumours. And each time, Kit and The White Witch would have to prove them wrong. None lasted over four days. Usually, Kit would terrify the life out of them, and they’d flee, often in the middle of the night.
This newcomer would be no different. They’d run still wearing their nightclothes, leaving everything behind. He hoped this intruder would leave a new laptop. The one he owned was old and clunky, and Kit wanted a faster operating version. He understood that technology was moving at a fast rate, and he’d long ago allowed people to install the internet.
Kit was amused at how different today’s society was compared to his own.
At the same time, Kit was appalled at how basic human decency and courtesy had fallen by the wayside. Selfies, social media, social promotion, and now this thing called AI. What had his world turned into? It seemed everyone went for the easy option. The satisfaction of a job well done was now forgotten.
Kit wandered away from the window and moved towards the living quarters. They’d long been neglected too, as nobody ever stayed long enough to repair and restore them.
His eyes fell upon a painting of him and his siblings, CeeCee, in the middle of them. Kit understood they’d all died the same night—or been trapped in their inns. But evil needed fighting…
And Kit protected the world from one of the nastiest monsters around.
If the creature he hid were to escape, anything good would be reduced to ash.
For now, it was safely imprisoned, but knowing human weakness, Kit couldn’t allow anyone to stay. Even with his enhanced skills, he had nearly been susceptible to its siren’s call. Only with The White Witch supporting him had Kit succeeded in trapping it.
Somehow, Kit knew Lucian had fought Margery and defeated her. There was no other explanation. Because if Lucian had failed, Kit’s imprisonment of his evil would have failed, too.
There was more at play.
If what Kit suspected was correct, there was a battle coming. One that would tip the world into perpetual darkness until the end of time should good lose.
No. With the weakness of humans, Kit could allow no one to free the evil in his inn. Should it escape from its prison, it would seek others like it. And nobody wanted to see that nightmarish scene.
Chapter One.
Kit
Kit watched as the young woman who’d bought his inn answered her phone with a happy smile. A smile that soon slipped from her pretty lips.
She slumped to the side, and Kit moved closer to hear the conversation.
“Hey, honey, it’s me. I’m sorry, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I just received news… Justin was found dead two nights ago,” a man spoke, and the woman, Stephanie, wilted.
“Dead?” Stephanie asked with a sob. “Is this my fault?”
“Steph, he was beyond our reach, sweet girl. There was nothing you could have done to save him. Our love for him wasn’t enough. And no, we shouldn’t attend his funeral.”
“But, Cole, it would look bad if we didn’t,” Stephanie cried.
“Oh baby,” Cole replied gently.
“I loved him, Cole; why wasn’t that enough? People will say nasty things if we don’t go, your aunt and uncle, for one. We should pay our respects. I just wish we could have saved him from himself,” Stephanie whispered, wiping tears from her cheeks.
“Stephanie, we released him a long time ago. Who knows who’ll attend? You could put yourself in danger,” Cole argued. His tone stayed soft.
“Do you think that somebody after Justin might target me?” Stephanie asked, horrified.
“Let’s not give them the option, honey. Stay in your inn where it’s safe, grieve, but don’t blame yourself. Justin’s death has nothing to do with you. He made his decisions, and they were bad ones. It was never your fault.”
