The Young Vampire Mate: The Airendell Chronicler Diaries - Book 1.5 by Audra Hart Page B

of Morna.  Luca tortures himself with fears of hurting my sister.  It would be easier for both of them if he would just change her like she wants him to do.  But I suspect that he won’t ever do that.  He hates what he is and won’t do the same thing to Morna.  We chat a little longer as Luca tells me about Morna’s recovery and the things that she is starting to remember.  Soon, however, he ends the phone call because he hears Morna stirring in the other room. 
    I knock around my hotel suite for a while until I feel like I am losing my mind.  I finally call Brigid and make plans to meet her for lunch.  I spend a pleasant afternoon with my old friend.  She tells me about her new love.  His name is George Welborn and she’s not entirely convinced that he is a mortal.  But Brigid is a Spell Weaver of the Second Order and they generally cannot sense magic in others as easily as a First Order Weaver, like Morna, Aideen or myself.  So, Brigid asks me if I would be willing to go by his hotel suite and meet him.  I am surprised when I learn that he is staying in the same hotel as myself and my sister and her mate.  The Westin Chicago River North is a lovely four star hotel with large, well-appointed suites, but I am surprised that a cowboy from Texas would choose to stay there.
    But when we go to George’s room I am not at all surprised at Brigid’s attraction to the man when I meet him.  He’s a very handsome man of Native American heritage with jet black hair and strong, angular features.  He rides bulls for a living.  No joke, he’s a damned rodeo cowboy!  In fact, he’s a cowboy through and through.  He owns a ranch in North Texas, not too far away from where Rinda lives.  But boy oh boy does he look good in those tight faded jeans, and snug western shirt.  His bright sapphire blue eyes are gorgeous and I can understand what Brigid meant when she said she gets lost in them. 
    I can sense strong magic in his aura.  And here is definitely magic and knowledge in those eyes and they make me think of that girl I met in Dallas back during the early nineties.  What the hell was her name?  It was a silly name… Tiny?  No… Bitty!  Bitty Randall!  I had tracked a demon to Dallas.  The bastard was about to attack her and take over her body when I intervened.  She was young thing, fresh out of high school and probably just off of the farm, literally.  But she definitely had lots of magic in her blood.  I could feel her power and understood why she was targeted by the demon.  And I knew that she would continue to be a target of demons.  Possessing a body of a person of powerful magic who hasn’t learned to harness it yet makes a very powerful and very dangerous demon.  I gave Bitty a picture of a protective symbol and told her to have it tattooed on the inside of her left ankle. 
    I was shocked when she asked me to come with her to the tattoo parlor and got the tattoo immediately.  She didn’t exactly understand what was going on, but she knew enough about magic and unseen forces that she trusted me and followed my advice.  I went back to check on her the next year, but her friend told me that Bitty gave up on the big city and went back to Oklahoma.
    I force my attention back to present time and the people sitting across from me.  It’s obvious that they are both smitten with each other and it’s equally obvious that the man has magic in his blood.  The only question remains whether or not he is aware of it and if he is an ascended immortal or if that’s something we would have to help him with.
    I notice that he has a leather case attached to his belt and something inside of that case is definitely magic… I can feel it vibrating with power from where I am sitting.  I cast about for ideas of how to get him to show it to me. I am convinced it will tell what and who George Welborn really is.  Finally I just ask if I can see his knife, nodding at the case on his hip.  “Aw now, Miss