The Secret Trinity: Reign (Fae-Witch Trilogy, Book 3)

BOOK: The Secret Trinity: Reign (Fae-Witch Trilogy, Book 3)
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The Secret Trinity


-Witch Trilogy, Book3

By Jenna






The Secret Trinity Reign


-Witch Trilogy, Book 3

By Jenna


Copyright © 2012 by Jenna

This book is a work of fiction.  Any references to historical events or locales are used fictitiously.  Other names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events locales or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  The author holds all rights to this work.  It is illegal to
produce this novel without the written consent of the author herself. 

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1:  A Dream Within A Dream

Chapter 2:  Guinea Pig

Chapter 3:  Food Fight

Chapter 4:  Sweet Tooth

Chapter 5:  Close the Door

Chapter 6:  Acting

Chapter 7:  One-two Punch

Chapter 8:  Ashen

Chapter 9:  Hustler

Chapter 10:  Beyond Tradition

Chapter 11:  Lights Out

Chapter 12:  Ante Up

Chapter 13:  Still Friends?

Chapter 14:  Petition

Chapter 15:  Bad Omen

Chapter 16:  Matchmaker

Chapter 17:  Heart-to-Heart

Chapter 18:  Family Trait

Chapter 19:  The “A” Word

Chapter 20:  Like Father Like Son

Chapter 21:  Crowning Ceremony

Chapter 22:  Before I Wake

Chapter 23:  I Spy a Soul Keeper

Chapter 24:  Our Light

Chapter 25:  Heart on My Sleeve

Chapter 26:  A Reluctant Promise

Chapter 27:  First Meeting

Chapter 28:  Open Sesame

Chapter 29:  Aira Queens

Chapter 30:  New Plan

Chapter 31:  King’s Destiny

Chapter 32:  Through His Eyes

Chapter 33:  Binding

Chapter 34:  Ghost of the Past




A Dream
A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few!
how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God!
I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God!
I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
a dream within a dream?


Edgar A
n Poe

Chapter 1:  A Dream
A Dream


My heart was beating out of my chest.  He’s here, I thought to myself.  I had felt this strange presence all morning.  My spine has been reverberating with pleasurable hums of electricity since the moment it woke me ou
t of bed.  I had tried to sleep
in, but this feeling crept through me at dawn resonating softly over my skin
, like a gentle whisper asking me to
open my eyes.  I was too exhausted from a restless night of sleep to analyze this unexplainable sensation buzzing th
rough me, right into my heart.

I attempted to relax last night, staring at the glow stars adorning my bedroom ceiling
for comfort
in an effort to calm my nerves, but for some reason I had this terrible sense of foreboding, making any effort to sleep useless.  Then when I woke up this morning I felt him, and now standing here under the sweltering summer sun I couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t make himself known?  This should be the greatest day of my life, so why did I feel sick with nervousness?  Maybe I should have skipped my swim to the sand bar today, but I needed some time alone to think.

Feeling the pure electricity coursing through me as I wiggled my toes in the warm golden sand, I knew I wasn’t alone.  I was about to be whole for the first time in my life, so why were the butterflies swirling inside me telling me to run?  Something was telling me to ignore him, that I should pretend I couldn’t sense how near he was, yet in my heart I knew that I would ignore my head for once.  I swear I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, and I closed my eyes releasing a shaky bout of oxygen.  My life was about to change forever.  I was growing agitated, and I could feel him hesitating, refusing to come out of the cloak of the trees where he hid in the middle of the sand bar.  If he felt the same electricity, he must be seriously naïve to think he could hide from me.

I rolled my eyes, “Just come out of there already, you’re not fooling anyone.  I know you’re here.”  I tried to sound confident like it was no big deal, but inside I was a mush of nerves.

I heard the leaves from the bushes rustling and he finally stepped forward into the light.  I could still feel his hesitation, as if making
known was wrong, but why?  Just the thought of turning to face him made my breath hitch in my throat, and my heart fluttered with approval as he came closer.  No this couldn’t be wrong, I assured myself.  I
swallowed down any doubt I
had about calling him out, knowing that it would be impossible to stay away.  Even if something i
nside me told me
this moment wasn’t right, that the time wasn’t r
ight, none of that mattered now.
  I took a deep breath, bracing myself, and I slowly rotated in his direction.

Someone nudged my leg with a
and m
y eyes instantly snapped opened
while I instinctively flew to the safety of the pitched ceiling, bumping foreheads with the intruder on takeoff.

“Ouch!”  I said, rubbing my forehead as my sight focused in on
I had made contact with, interrupting my sleep.

that stung!”  Clay pinched his nose at the brow looking up at me towa
rd the peak of the ceiling.  He
had a perturbed expression
that I almost cracked his skull as he rubbed the pain away.  I slowly lowered back to the floor, equally agitated at him for once again sneaking up on me.

“Serves you right, you never listen to me!  I have told you like a thousand times to stop creeping up on me.  Your stalker days are over, so give it a rest already.  One of these times I’m really going to hurt you, NOT by accident.  In theory, you would definitely deserve it by way of teaching you a lesson, but in reality it might create some inkling of guilt on my part, and I have enough on my plate as it is.”  I said, giving him a playful shove, trying to shake off the upsetting dream and act casual.  That same horrible dream I had been having for a week was really starting to cut into my sanity.

“Glad to see you’re looking out for me.  I’ll listen to you the day you start listening to me.  It’s only fair.”  Clay said sarcastically, paired with a teasing smirk.

“Well then, don’t hold your breath,” I answered honestly.  We hadn’t exactly been seeing eye-to-eye since I told him my idea about how we could finally end this war with the
.  Actually, come to think of it, Clay and I
never seen eye-to-eye on most anything.

“Would you like to explain to me why you are sleeping on a wooden floor in the first place, in the middle of a dance studio?”  Cla
y asked, tilting toward me.

y breathing instantly became unsteady as I darted my eyes over the room, trying to land on anything else besides his penetrating stare.  Those crystal clear eyes always made me want to spill my guts out, revealing secrets I didn’t want to give up.

I wasn’t trying to sleep.  I had come here to practice, in an effort to clear my head.  Frustrated by the constant distraction that was Clay, invading my every thought, I laid down to try and relax, attempting to let go and concentrate on dancing.  I had been so exhausted lately that relaxing quickly turned to sleeping, ironically spurring the restlessness that plagued my dreams in the first place.

A week ago, when I found out that Clay was my
Soul Keeper
, it felt as if my world had crumbled beneath me, leaving me suspended in an abyss of uncertainty.  That’s when the dreams, or what felt more like nightmares, had started.  Every night the same memory found me in my sleep, repeating itself over-and-over wit
hout a single detail changing --
the morning of our
almost seven years ago.  It was another piece of my drowning memory trying to bubble up inside me, but it was excruciatingly painful, taunting me each night with the same anticipation only to end in another letdown.  In my dream, as soon as I began to turn and finally
Clay, finally
his soul, I’d wake up!

It was truly the worst form of torture, more so than anything Liam had put me through in that
prisoner cave.  Every time I’d wake up, I was filled with more doubt and insecurities, wondering if I was ever meant to remember, wondering if Clay didn’t want me to remember our
.  I was trying to read the signs of what the dream meant, but I felt like I was always missing something and coming up short.

“Hey, are you sleep
walking?”  Clay asked, lightly brushing my chin with his fingers so I’d look at him.

“What?  Sorry, what did you say?”  I asked, realizing I had been standing there, silently lost in my own thoughts, forgetting he was right next to me.  I suddenly felt extremely anxious; as if he would be able to read my mind and figure out that I was keeping something from him.  He was always so good at reading my emotions, but everything I was feeling now was so new and uncharted, I could tell I had thrown him off lately too.  He looked me over as he tried to interpret it, speculating about why I had been so distant, physically and emotionally.

“Wow, you really do need some rest.  Why don’t we go back to the cottage so you can take a
”  Clay suggested as he continued to search my eyes.  I could see that he was trying to figure out what it was about my energy that had changed since I had come back from Liam’s soul-sucking cave.  I
quickly looked away before I got
lost in his liquid blue trance.  I didn’t trust myself not to blurt it out when he looked at me that way, that I knew we were Soul Keepers.

I cleared my throat and closed my eyes, barely touching my finger on his forearm.  In a blink, I felt a familiar rush and we landed in the cottage living room, thanks to my

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