Lost and Found

By Elizabeth Silver

When a dragon horrifically murders his companions, the wizard Yosef quits his life as an adventurer. Instead of spells, he conjures sweet cakes and breads in his bakery. Instead of treasure, he opts for coin. And instead of magical shields, he dons a grouchy mantle to avoid any and all personal connections. He is quite happy never to go on an adventure again.
The daughter of a dragon and a human man, Ayako attracts trouble like a magnet. A run-in with an orc leads her to the wizard Yosef. Her empathic ability reveals there’s more to this man than his grumpy outer shell.
He wants to keep his previous life a secret. She longs for a life without the complication of being half dragon. Unfortunately, trouble isn’t far behind, and they both need to face their pasts if they hope to have a future.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Decadent Publishing
• Release date: Aug 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781683614456

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Copyright 2020 by Elizabeth Silver

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Lost and Found by Elizabeth Silver

Dear Reader,

Once upon a time, longer ago than I care to think about, Dominique Eastwick came to me with an idea for a gorgeous shared world filled with witches and shifters… and lots of sexy romance. I knew then and there I wanted to play in this world.

It took a while, but I’m so excited to finally get to do just that.

Love,

Liz

PS: I love hearing from readers! [e-mail]

Dedication

To Dominique, for taking me to the Haus in the first place.

Lost and Found

A Wiccan Haus Novel

By

Elizabeth Silver

Prologue

Five years ago

You know, it’s funny. Willow leaned forward, elbows on her thighs and hands hanging limp between her knees. If you had asked me what I wanted a year ago, I’d have told you all I wanted was to be left alone. To not have to worry if he’d taken his pills that morning, to not have to rush to this doctor, that specialist. To not have what felt like every conversation revolve around treatment options, alternative therapies, spiritual counseling, hospice options… She trailed off, exhaustion settling more firmly on her shoulders.

And now? Dr. Martins asked, her voice gentle as always. How do you feel now all that is gone?

Willow slumped back, closing her eyes for a moment. This far up in the midtown high-rise, there were no traffic sounds to distract from how the end of her sigh shuddered more than a little. I think you know the answer to that.

Maybe I just want to hear you say it.

I miss him still, Willow said instead. Not the shell he became when the chemo and pain stripped him down, but the man he was. When he helped me with my homework and dropped me at school, that’s who I think of when I miss him. In a way, I think I started mourning him months before he died.

That’s perfectly natural, you know.

Yeah, I know. But sometimes…sometimes I think I’d take back all the cancer and everything it involved if it meant I could have any version of him back again.

Also a natural emotion. Willow, we’ve talked about validating your feelings. There’s no need to feel guilty about grieving in your own way. No one else in the world could have processed the experience of nursing your father and losing him the same as you, which means you’re entitled to grieve him and all the versions of him you’ve known in any way you want.

Even if it means wishing he was back in that horrible, pain-filled existence just because I miss him?

Dr. Martins nodded. Even then.

Sorry, but I’m calling bullshit on that one.

How are your brother and sister doing with all this?

Orion went on some spirit walk in the desert, Willow said. He’d said something about wanting to find himself, and Willow hated him a little for being able to do that at all while she was stuck facing the day-to-day realities of tying up the loose ends of their father’s life. Rayne is…a mess. She was always Daddy’s little girl, the baby everyone doted on. Dad’s the first person any of us have lost since— Willow cut herself off, not willing to go there.

Dr. Martins had no such problem. Since the massacre. When your cousins were killed and your coven was shattered.

Willow nodded, swallowing heavily. It sometimes still feels like it all just happened. Mom still can’t talk about it to this day. Her mother wouldn’t talk about much, especially these days. Willow’s parents had been divorced for years, but now she knew her mother had never stopped loving her father.

Is this something we need to talk about?

No. Willow summoned up a ghost of a smile. I’ve accepted the loss of my family, my coven, even our connection to one another. It sucks and it’s not remotely fair, but at least the rest of the family is safe.

True. Dr. Martins’s mouth thinned and twisted; she knew by now that pushing Willow at the wrong time would only get her to leave. So instead of following the painful path of Willow’s family history, she moved on. How’s work going?

Fine.

Is that so?

Not really. She shrugged. What good will it do to talk about how useless I felt, again, when someone asked me to help them and I just wasn’t good enough?

You’d be surprised. Or maybe not, since we’ve gone over this more than a few times.

There was a boy, Willow began then faltered. They didn’t find him in time.

What you do is not an exact science, Willow. In fact, all things considered, you do a remarkable job.

Not good enough for that boy, now was I?

Silence tumbled awkwardly between them. Willow looked back down at her hands, at the neat little crescents of her nails, and wondered why she’d been given any gifts at all, if she couldn’t seem to help people when they needed her most. Not her father, not that boy, no one.

Been on any dates lately? The question wrenched Willow out of her spiral of self-inflicted misery.

Why, Doc, I never knew you felt that way.

Very funny. You know what I mean. It’s long past time you put yourself out there and started dating.

Willow sighed and flopped back in her chair, a graceless heap. And doom some poor guy to the same cursed fate as everyone else in my life?

I thought you said you’d dealt with the massacre? Dr. Martins arched one fiery eyebrow. Besides, you know the Syndicate checked your entire clan for curses and found nothing. You’ve all just had…

Some really shitty luck? Willow challenged her.

If that’s what you want to call it.

I’d rather call it like it is. A curse. And I’m pretty sure my cousins would agree with that. Willow crossed her arms defiantly, even though her cousin Janessa—one of the finest curse breakers ever known—had declared the Rowan line free of curses just a few months ago.

Speaking of, when was the last time you visited with your cousins?

Which ones?

Dr. Martins gave her the look that one deserved. Willow’s family wasn’t all that big to begin with these days, and considering their last topic… The ones with the island. Didn’t they make it into some kind of resort?

A spa. Sort of. You know that. Willow had begun seeing Dr. Martins after that particular Rowan branch of Willow’s family tree had been all but decimated. It wasn’t easy finding a therapist in the human world equipped to deal with these problems after all.

Dr. Martins nodded. I think it’s time you visited with them.

What, and have them heal me?

Maybe. Or maybe just take it easy at a spa for a week and stop being so hard on yourself. You need to work on being gentle with your own tender heart, otherwise those scars will never heal.

It could take months to get a reservation there. Even longer if it’s whatever passes for a busy season in the world of para health spas.

Dr. Martins smiled. Somehow I don’t think that will be a problem for you. Just give them a call. See what happens next.

I don’t know...

Try. If you try, I promise not to mention it again for at least another six months. Dr. Martins reached in her desk and pulled out a cell phone, powering it on as she handed it over. You can even use my phone.

Willow dialed the number slowly, hating that she’d had it memorized already. It only seemed to prove Dr. Martins right too easily. Before she could think of another excuse, the call was going through. On the third ring, the line clicked on.

Thank you for calling the Wiccan Haus, a soft female voice murmured. My name is Myron. How may I help you?

My name is Willow Rowan, and—

I knew you’d call! The woman’s voice turned loud and triumphant. Cemil! Pay up! Willow is on the phone!

There was a scuffle, followed by what Willow was sure Myron cackling in the background, and then a more familiar voice came on the line.

Willow? Cemil asked, sounding out of breath. Are you finally coming to visit us?

The rest of the conversation passed in a blur, but by the time she hung up and handed the phone back to Dr. Martins, Willow had a week-long spot starting Saturday, just three days away. Dazed, she gathered her purse and left. The Rowan coven had always been a bit overwhelming back in the day, and as off-kilter as she had been for so long, Willow still didn’t know if