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Charmed by the Fox's Heart

Aria Winter Jade Waltz

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Publisher’s Cataloging-in-Publication data

Names: Winter, Aria, author. | Waltz, Jade, author.

Title: Charmed by the fox’s heart / Aria Winter & Jade Waltz.

Series: Cosmic Guardians

Description: Purple Fall Publishing, 2021.

Identifiers: ISBN:

978-1-64253-207-4 (pbk)

978-1-64253-207-4 (ebook)

978-1-64253-207-4 (audio)

Classification: PS3623 .I6675 C53 2021 | DDC 813.6--dc23

Cover Design: Kamayama Art & Design

PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

Dedication

To my husband: Thank you for all your love and support. You are not just my husband, you are my best friend and my rock. I love you more than anything.

-Aria Winter

To My Husband,

Thank you for being my support and rock during this writing journey. I love you!

-Jade Waltz

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 1

Kyra

I dream of fire and ruin… death and destruction. A man with teal eyes holds me in his arms as I lay dying. I do not know who he is. I only know his gaze holds such intense sadness, it tears at my heart. Ash falls around us like snow as dark clouds roll overhead. I touch his face and brush away the tears that fall from his lashes as I offer him my forgiveness.

“It was not you,” I whisper. “I know it was not you.”

I wake with a start and jerk up in bed. The fog of my nightmares retreats like tides from the shore. I clutch my chest, drawing in several deep breaths as I attempt to calm my rapidly beating heart. When I look down at my palms, I half expect to see blood on my skin, but there is nothing.

It was only a nightmare.

Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I place my head in my hands. Roughly running my fingers through my hair, I sigh heavily in frustration. I don’t understand why I keep having this horrible dream. What does it mean?

I’ve always had an overactive imagination. That’s part of the reason I decided to pursue my dream of writing. At first, I thought this nightmare was a new story percolating in my head like so many others have done before. But now I’m beginning to wonder. This feels real, somehow—more like a memory than something I imagined.

Some nights it’s so bad, I actually feel as if there is a wound in my side. I wake up panicked and immediately check my torso, expecting to find bleeding, but there is nothing there. I went to a therapist, and they said it’s my mind’s way of trying to resolve some issue or other, but I don’t believe it. Something happened to me—some kind of deep-rooted trauma—to make me relive this same dream almost every single night. I just have to figure out what it is.

Maybe it has something to do with the death of my mother and sister. I went to a seer shortly after they died. She told me something strange about my recurring dreams. She said the man that holds me is my soulmate—the one I’m destined to find. But I’m not entirely sure I believe in such things.

However, it would certainly make a compelling story for one of my books.

A low rumble sounds as the building begins to shake, ripping me from my thoughts. I brace myself on the edge of the bed, waiting for it to stop. It’s over in less than a minute and I’m glad. I hate earthquakes.

It seems like there have been more and more lately over the past few months here in Seattle. I guess we’re lucky that scientists figured out how to suppress the bigger ones that used to plague this part of the world less than one hundred years ago. But still… I’m always a little scared when they happen anyway.

I glance up at my clock and immediately hit the panic button when I realize I’ve overslept.

Somehow, it only takes me fifteen minutes to shower, brush my teeth, and dress. I take a quick glance in the hallway mirror to check that I look okay. My long, blond hair is twisted up in a clip on the back of my head, the best I could do on short notice.

It’s my no-nonsense look for the day. Despite how tired I am, you’d never know it. My blue eyes don’t have even the slightest hint of redness or puffiness around my lids after a shower and a quick cup of coffee. I didn’t have time for makeup, so the several