The Keepers: Archer (Book 1)

CHAPTER TWO

  Sienna looked at the man she’d once considered a friend, trying to make sense of what had just happened.   One moment she’d been running in the park, the next moment her life had been thrown back into the turmoil she’d tried so hard to get away from.

  And Archer Bennett stood for everything she’d run from.

   A world she was bound by duty and honour to defend, where grief and guilt were constant companions, and an intense, forbidden attraction that had almost destroyed them.

  It was hard to determine which surprised her more – the sudden attack by complete strangers or Archer’s reappearance in her life. 

  Her heart slammed against her chest and she knew it had nothing to do with the attack and everything to do with the man.  Physically, outwardly, he hadn’t changed at all.  Tall, broad shoulders, short brown hair, and a face so handsome that it hinted at perfection.  And he still wreaked havoc with her senses.  But the way he clenched his jaw and the tortured look in his brooding green eyes gave her a glimpse of the anguish that lay beneath the layers, catching her off guard.  He’d always had an intensity about him, but the darkness had intensified since she’d last seen him.  It shouldn’t surprise her.  He’d lost, suffered, mourned.

  Like they all had.

  In their world danger often lurked in a way that ordinary humans wouldn’t understand and often resulted in pain and suffering that came with the loss of losing one of their own.

  Sarah.  Their parents.

  She sighed, refusing to think about the loss. The anguish that came with their memories always left her raw. “Why are you here, Archer?”

  He shot her a look that questioned if she really needed an answer to that.

 After all, he was a Bennett brother and destined to protect a Beckham witch at all costs.  He still wore his ring – the ring of a Keeper.  The heavy, antique silver ring symbolized everything he stood for, everything he was.  Her Keeper, her Guardian.  She’d never seen him without it and seeing it again now tugged at a part of her that she’d buried a long time ago – a part of her that was in complete contrast to the life she’d run to. 

  Sienna wasn’t just any witch.  She was a Beckham witch with a powerful lineage.  Her grandmother, Rose, had been one of the most greatest witches on earth.  Scattered across the world in a combined effort to maintain the balance of nature were three orders: ordinary witches, who dabbled in spells and potions; elemental witches, who drew their energy from the elements of nature – and witches like Rose.  Whereas most elemental witches were able draw their power from one element of nature, Rose was able to channel all four. Herself being the fifth - the spirit that bound fire, water, earth, air. In the witch world, the ability to draw energy from all the elements of nature was a rarity and any witch able to master such power was honoured, respected, and fiercely protected.

  For the longest time, Sienna had embraced her heritage, her destiny, and her simple powers as an elemental witch.  Until the day Rose had passed on her full powers to her and she’d run from it.

  But now it had all come crashing around her like an unwanted curse.

  “So you finally found me,” she said, closing her fingers around the chunky pendant hanging around her neck.

  “It took a while.”

  She glanced toward the lake, dark pink from the reflection of the sunset.  “So why now?” 

  “You needed me.”

  “Ah, ever the White Knight.”

  He ignored the jab, never one for jesting about his duties.  “They would’ve taken you, Sienna. Don’t you see that?”