Drake Sisters 01 - Magic in the Wind

revenge. Only for good.
    Especially now."
    "It would be for good," Hannah pointed out. "It would teach that horrible man some manners. Don't look at him. And Damon, stop smiling at him. We don't want him stopping to talk." She made a growling noise of disgust in the back of her throat as the patrol car pulled to the sidewalk ahead of them.
    "Now see what you've done?" She threw her hands into the air as Harrington got out of his car. A sudden rush of wind took his hat from his head and sent it skittering along the gutter.
    "Very funny, Baby Doll," Harrington said. "You just have to show off, don't you? I guess that pretty face of yours just doesn't get you enough attention."
    Kate and Sarah both put a restraining hand on Hannah's arm. Sarah stepped slightly between the sheriff and her sister.
    "Did you get anything out of your prisoner, Jonas?" Her voice was carefully pleasant.
    Jonas continued to pin Hannah with his ice cold gaze. "Not much, Sarah, and we still haven't located the other two men you say were at Wilder's house the other night. You might have called me instead of charging in on your own."
    Hannah stirred as if she might protest. Damon could see the fine tremor that ran through her body but her sisters edged protectively closer to Hannah and she stilled.
    "Yes, next time, Jonas, I'll do that: leave the three men with guns trained on the window, sneaking up on the house, while I go find a phone and call you. Darn, those cell phones just don't seem to work on the coast most of the time, do they?" Sarah smiled right through her sarcasm. "Next time I'll drive out to the bluff and give you a call before I charge in on my own."
    Jonas's gaze didn't leave Hannah's face. "You do that, Sarah." He knotted his fists on his hips. "Did any of you consider Sarah might have been killed? Or how I might feel if I found her dead body? Or if I had to go up to your house and tell you she was dead? Because I thought a lot about that last night."
    "I thought about it," Damon said. "At least about Sarah being killed on my account." He reached out to settle his fingers possessively around the nape of her neck. "It scared the hell out of me."
    Kate and Abbey exchanged looks with Hannah. "I didn't think of that," Kate admitted. "Not once."
    "Thanks a lot, Jonas," Sarah said. "Now they're all going to be making me crazy, wanting me to change my profession.
    I'm a security expert."
    "It may beat being a Barbie doll, but I think you went overboard, Sarah," Jonas replied. "A librarian sounds nice to me."
    Hannah clenched her teeth but remained silent. The wind rushed through the street, sweeping the sheriff's hat toward a storm drain. It landed in a dark puddle of water and disappeared from sight.
    Harrington swore under his breath and stalked back to his car, his shoulders stiff with outrage.
    "Hannah," Kate scolded gently, "that wasn't nice."
    "I didn't do it," Hannah protested. "/ would have had the oak tree come down and drive him underground feet first."

    Abbey and Kate looked at Sarah. She merely raised her eyebrow. "I believe Irene and Drew are waiting."
    Damon burst out laughing. "I can see I'm going to have to watch you all the time." Why did it seem perfectly normal that the Drake sisters could command the wind? Even Harrington treated it as a normal phenomenon.
    They stopped in front of Irene's house. Damon could see all the women squaring their shoulders as if going into battle.
    "Sarah, what do you think you can do for Drew? Surely you can't cure what's wrong with him."
    Sadness crept into her eyes. "No, I wish I had that gift.
    Libby is the only one with a real gift for healing. I've seen her work miracles. But it drains her and we don't like her doing it. There's always a cost, Damon, when you use a gift."
    "So you aren't conjuring up spells with toads and dragon livers?" He was half-serious. He could easily picture them on broomsticks, flying across the night sky.
    "Well..." Abbey drew the word out, looking mischie-vously from one sister to the other. "We can and do if the situation calls for it. Drakes have been leaving each other rec-ipes and spells for hundreds of years. We prefer to use the power within us, but conjuring is within the rules."
    "You never let me," Hannah groused.
    "No, and we're not going to either," Sarah said firmly. "Actually, Damon, to answer your question, we hope to assess the situation and maybe buy Drew a little more time. If the quality of his life is really bad, we prefer not to