Unveil My Heart (Wiccan Haus book 6)

By Nya Rayne

Hayze has roamed the Earth for over three millennia alone, praying to one day find the other half of his soul. The one woman who would make his deadened heart beat once more. He never imagined he’d find her, Blaine, in a bloodied heap beneath the claws of a despicable yazaron, the very bane of his existence. Hayze saved Blaine and as a reward was given three days to make her love him or he would cease to exist. Literally.

Blaine spent those three days in ICU fighting for her life. And now when Hayze’s time left on earth is borrowed at best, the woman for whom he would gladly die a hundred times over would rather spit on him than look at him.

Fate, what a cruel bitch.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Decadent Publishing
• Release date: Oct 22, 2015
• ISBN: 9781613339145

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Unveil My Heart

Copyright 2015 by Nya Rayne

ISBN: 978-1-61333-914-5

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Wiccan Haus Order of Books

Shifting Hearts by Dominique Eastwick

A Man Worth Fighting For by Sara Daniel

An Apple Away by Kate Richards

Siren's Serenade by Dominique Eastwick

Psychic Lies by Sara Daniel

Unveil my Heart by Nya Rayne

Finding Her A-Muse-ment by Rebecca Royce

Guarding His Heart by Carolyn Spear

Lifebound by Leigh Daley

The 13th Guest by Rebecca Royce

A Bride Worth Fighting For by Sara Daniel

Coming Soon

Healing his Soul's Mate by Dominique Eastwick

Sorcerer’s Legacy by Carolyn Spear

Unveil My Heart

Hayze has roamed the earth for over three millennia alone, praying to one day find the other half of his soul. The one woman who would make his deadened heart beat once more. He never imagined he’d find her, Blaine, in a bloodied heap beneath the claws of a despicable yazaron, the very bane of his existence. Hayze saved Blaine and as a reward was given three days to make her love him or he would cease to exist. Literally.

Blaine spent those three days in ICU fighting for her life. And now when Hayze’s time left on earth is borrowed at best, the woman for whom he would gladly die a hundred times over would rather spit on him than look at him.

Fate, what a cruel bitch.

Unveil My Heart

A Wiccan Haus Story

By

Nya Rayne

Chapter One

The ferry’s horn sounded in the far distance as it made its weekly journey from the mainland to the island. The sound pierced through the thick wall of fog keeping the island secreted away. From where Hayze stood on the dock, staring at the gray-white mass, the resonance cutting through the heavy mass shook him out of his reverie.

He shivered against the cold that blew in off the ocean as the tails of his linen button-down shirt fluttered around him. He’d never shivered in his life until now. Up to a month ago, temperatures—no matter how extreme—had not bothered him. Anubi, those born from the crushed bone and blood of Anubis, felt nothing. Like breathing, this was something new.

Hayze, this is not the Wiccan Haus’s purpose, said Rekkus, head of the island’s security, as he stepped up beside him.

Isn’t it the motto of the mystical brat pack to heal the broken? Hayze glanced at his old friend out the corner of his eye.

An inch or so taller than Hayze, Rekkus stood broad and strong at six foot five. His shoulders were set wide across his barreled chest. Among humans, he could have easily been mistaken for a linebacker, or a yeti.

If I were you, I wouldn’t let any of them hear you call them that, least of all Sarka. She would find a way to transmute you into a tailless lizard without a second thought.

Sarka, an unparalleled alchemist and the eldest of the four siblings, ran the island. She also happened to be the bane of his existence. Hayze snorted out a laugh. She’s tried far worse things before and failed.

Rekkus’s laugh rumbled up and washed over Hayze.

This mate of yours must be something, to have changed you in such a way. Once upon a time, friend, I didn’t think you knew how to flip that frown of yours upside down.

Rekkus sighed heavily, his golden eyes taking in the clear sky above them. My mate is a blessing. One for whom I would gladly turn my back on heaven and crawl through Hell.

Then understand me, old friend. I would not ask you for such a favor if there were any other way. There is no other place on the planet where I could’ve sent her to be safe and healed at the same time. She needs what the Wiccan Haus offers. Hayze dug his hands into his pockets.

"She is your mate, then?" Rekkus questioned.

Hayze put his hand to his chest, feeling the thrum of his newly beating heart. He sighed. Heaven and Hell had never been something he’d given much thought to, but he still wore an onyx-colored pearl rosary around his neck. It brought him comfort. He took hold of the cross that hung at the base of the rosary the second Rekkus reminded him that after over three millennia of waiting, he finally had his mate. The woman created just for him. Whenever something unsettling occurred over the last two hundred and fifty years since he’d been gifted the holy jewelry, he’d noticed that this gesture, touching the rosary’s cross, had brought him peace.

Her name is Blaine, Hayze answered. And yes, she has bound herself to me, but she refuses to see me. However, I truly can’t blame her for her actions because of what she’s been through.

Didn’t you tell me when you found your mate you would have three days from the binding to make her accept you? Concern filled Rekkus’s voice. How long has it been?

Hayze wanted to lie, but there were two problems with that. Anubi couldn’t lie, no matter the situation. And, well, it would be pointless, since the brat pack would sense his vulnerability the minute he stepped foot in the Haus. That is, if they didn’t already know.

This isn’t about me, Rekkus—it’s about Blaine. I need to know she will be okay whether she is with me or not. This is the only place that I know of where I’m assured she will be healed.

Rekkus exhaled, visibly biting back whatever else he wanted to say, his attention again on the ferry slowly cutting a path through the fog and straight toward them, a mere speck of dust on the horizon. They could still see the ferry clearly with their amplified abilities.

I’m not okay with this, but I owe you more than my life, Hayze, Rekkus told him. However, if her being at Wiccan Haus brings danger to my mate or anyone else, I swear to your god, I’ll have your balls as an appetizer and your head for my main course.

I don’t expect any problems. The yazaron that had been hunting her has been properly dispatched. I’m certain of that.

As the Anubi were created by Anubis to do his bidding, the yazaron were creatures originally created to protect Anubis’s wife. However, when she manipulated the yazaron into killing Anubis in a play for power, the Anubi and yazaron became immortal enemies. Banished to the far corners of the earth, the yazaron were cursed, their once handsome faces riddled with lesions, their shape caught between jackal and beast. Unable to withstand even dim light, they plagued the night, hunting and devouring the blood, skin, and tissue of Anubis’s descendants, the only remedy for their curse.

Rekkus curled his lip. Nasty bastards, huh?

The worst. Until he met his mate, he had one goal in life: to kill as many of these creatures as he could as fast as he could, thereby keeping women who carried Anubis’s blood within their veins safe. After thousands of years of service, his reward would come in the form of his mate, her, Blaine. Or so it had been decreed over three millennia ago.

Will this fight ever end for you, Hayze?

Until the last of Anubis’s blood runs clear in these women, it will continue, unfortunately, Hayze replied.

He and Rekkus stood side by side, each lost in his own thoughts until Rekkus broke the silence. I assume you will be staying on as well. He didn’t wait for an answer as he continued, I’ll have you added to the roster.

I’ll only be staying long enough to make sure Blaine’s comfortable—three days, tops.

It doesn’t matter to me.

Hayze nodded at his friend. Do me a favor and tell Sage I won’t need any of that healing crap. Sage was the youngest of the brat pack and well-known in the para community as an herbalist and healer.

Sage is not who you should be worried about. You’re in Sarka’s domain now, old friend. Second floor. Rekkus moved away from him and back toward the gravel path that would carry him to the resort, but his laughter hung in the air between them like wisps of cigar smoke.

Figures, Hayze whispered. He gazed at the ferry as it drew closer with each passing second.

His future, the very beat of his heart and the reason for air filling his lungs, sat aboard that little wooden boat.

Did she know how much he needed her?

Did she know that with each rejection she tore away a piece of his heart, his very being?

And did she know that, if asked, he would die a hundred times over if it meant she would live and laugh?

Chapter Two

Lucky?

Yeah, not so much.

Blaine had been