Pirate's Persuasion - Lisa Kessler Page 0,27
the light, marveling at the red glow in the center.
“Did you find something?” Drake asked.
Heather wasn’t sure yet. Witchcraft wasn’t really her wheelhouse, but growing up in Savannah she’d come in contact with some of the practitioners over the years. Unlike New Orleans, voodoo wasn’t a tourist attraction in Savannah, but the conjurers still existed here. Buried under the Georgia heat, myth and magic blended together like a sweet mint julip.
And although she’d need to get confirmation, she was almost sure the heart of this pendant contained a drop of her Gram’s blood.
She cleared her throat. “I don’t know, but I bet one of the root doctors around here can tell me.” She unclasped the necklace and put it around her neck. The angel lay in the center of her chest just below her collarbone. She ran her fingertips over it and met Drake’s eyes. “Before you got here tonight, my sister stopped by.”
He folded the letter, a muscle in his cheek tensing. “Did she hurt you?”
“Like I said, not physically. But she is trying to take this house.” Dread knotted in Heather’s stomach. “She’s got an offer on the house.”
He raised a brow. “You’re not going to sell it, are you?”
“No. I could be an idiot for passing it up.” She worried her lower lip. “Maybe she does know this house is on ley lines and told Ian Flynn.”
Drake’s gaze snapped to her face. “Captain Flynn is trying to buy your house?”
“Captain?” Were they talking about the same guy? “Ian Flynn is the owner of Flynn Enterprises. The commercial real estate company in Atlanta.”
Drake cursed under his breath and lifted his gaze to her face. “He was also the captain of the Sea Dog. He’s the one who gave the order to keep sailing during the storm that sank us. He’s captain in name only now. Colton owns the replica we built.”
“Wow.” She put the puzzle pieces together in her head. “You’re telling me he’s immortal, too?” Her head spun with questions, but instead she blurted out, “He’s offered us six million dollars for the house.”
“Don’t take it. He’s a greedy bastard with no love for Savannah’s history. My crew has fought for decades to keep him from destroying the historic district with his plans for new hotels and resorts. He’ll demolish everything and take your family’s history to see his vision realized.” Drake handed her the letter. “I’ll handle him.”
“But why offer twice what it’s worth?” Flynn Enterprises didn’t become one of the biggest commercial real estate developers in the state by making bad deals.
“I don’t know yet, but until I do, don’t sign anything.” He took out his cell phone to place a call, but she stopped him, squeezing his arm.
He met her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“There was something else I noticed when Ashley stopped by.” She lifted her eyes to his face. “She was wearing a really old ring. I’ve seen images of them before when I was helping David on a case for Department 13.” She swallowed the lump in her throat and forced the words out. “It was a serpent with red eyes.”
Drake’s eyes widened. “She was wearing the ring of the Serpent Society? That’s impossible. It doesn’t make any sense. They don’t allow women to be part of their fanatical group.”
David had never told her about the Serpent Society, but the bits and pieces she’d collected from the dead while helping him told her the fanatical group was willing to kill to keep their secrets. “I know what I saw.”
“Where did she get it?”
Heather frowned. “I don’t know, but maybe that’s what attracted Flynn?”
Drake shook his head, worry lining his eyes. “The captain loathes the serpent zealots as much as I do.”
“Then why do you look so concerned?”
He took her hand, leading her back toward the stairs. “Because if she’s got one of their rings, you can bet they’re already hunting her to get it back. They’ve been around for centuries because they keep their existence secret. The rings have to be earned. They’ll take it back, one way or another.”
A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins. Maybe her mother had misread the signs from her dream. Maybe the danger wasn’t from Ashley.
Maybe the danger was aimed right at her.
Chapter Nine
Drake leaned against his truck, his eyes on Heather’s house. Not knowing what the fuck to do was new to him, and he hated it. This situation wasn’t something he could fix with his own two hands.
Heather was convinced her sister was the