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Undeniably
Chosen,
a Significance
novel!
Kerrigan
wrote this song, Significant, inspired by the first book in the
Significance series, in 2013. With a keyboard, she put it up on
YouTube and sent Shelly Crane a link, telling her she wrote a song
for the book and she could check it out if she wanted to. Well,
Shelly did check it out…and spent the next hour boo-hooing like a
big baby.
Shelly
shared it on her page and her fans were pretty shocked. So, a year
and half later, here we are and Kerrigan’s amazing song is
available for you. Relive Maggie and Caleb’s first moments together
as they realized that fate was coming for them in the best way.
Unexplainable,
yet so significant…
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Now,
a chapter from Undeniably Chosen
a
Significance novel
(This
is an unedited, uncorrected chapter. There may be errors and things
are subject to change.)
“So,
you see, we never meant for any of this to happen. We never meant for
you to spend your life with them, the Watsons,” my mother said
carefully. “We never meant for anyone to get hurt. We’re only
sorry we didn’t make it in time…to save your mother.”
Seth
stiffened beside me a second before his phone went off. It was a
short, sharp, loud ringtone. He apologized and mumbled something
about it having to be loud enough to wake him up at night at the fire
station as he looked at the text message. I wasn’t trying to invade
his privacy, but I heard it loud and clear in my mind as he read it
over and over in his mind. He stared at it for a few long seconds
before shaking his head and then tucking it in his pocket.
Have
you finished with her yet?
He
looked up with a grimace at my mother and I felt all his emotions at
once. Anger, abandonment, happiness, jealousy, sadness, appreciation
that they had tried, but they had failed. It wasn’t enough. He had
lived in a certain kind of hell his whole life and the fact that they
had been right there and he was the only one not rescued was like a
slap in the face.
I
however couldn’t stop thinking about that text. Have
you finished with her?
What did that mean and who had sent it? It was obvious it was about
me. So he had told his family—the Watsons—about me. And now they
were texting wanting to know if he was finished
with me? What did that even mean?
His
warm hand covered mine and I looked up to see him watching my freak
out. He looked concerned and shook his head. “It’s not what you
think. I did tell them and they’re really happy for me. For us.
They wanted me to bring you to meet everyone tonight.”
Everything
stopped, especially when Mom’s breath caught and the glasses of
sweet tea on the coffee table started to shake. Seth leaned back a
bit, having his first taste of my mom’s powers. Tea sloshed on the
table as Dad’s hand came up and cupped her cheek. “Baby,
everything’s okay.”
“Caleb,”
she begged him for something that I didn’t understand. Maybe she
didn’t either. “I didn’t understand what it meant until now.
She’s his significant. That means he’s going to take her to—”
“No,”
Dad argued, and it was evident that he meant it. He looked over at
Seth and I started to say something to get him to tame his look, but
he went on before I could. “She won’t be going to the Watson’s
with you, Seth. I know they’re your family and I know that
it’s…customary for significants to meet the families, but with
our history with them I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
Seth’s
jaw tightened. “They didn’t think it was a good idea for me to
come here either, especially alone. They said it wasn’t safe for
me, that you’d hold a grudge against them, even after all this
time, might try to hurt me. But I had to come. I wasn’t going to
let Ava suffer because of it.”
“That’s
ridiculous,” Mom huffed. “I have a distinct suspicion that what
you think happened in the past and what actually happened are two
very different things.”
Seth
stood, taking his hand with him. I felt his absence in my blood like
ice. “I didn’t have the best life. I’m not going to stand here
and pretend that my family is all peaches and cream. They have their
problems. We weren’t perfect by any means, but they were all I had.
They took me in when no one else would and have kept me this whole
time—”
“They
took you, Seth,” Mom told him. “Taking you and taking
care of you
are two different things. You and your mother were…kidnapped and
experimented on.”
He
scoffed and moved away from me around the table. “Now this is just
too much.” He looked at me, then at Mom before his eyes settled on
me once more. “Ava, I know you don’t like my family, but you
can’t expect me to believe that they—”
“A
lot of things happened before we were born,” I said softly.
He
shook his head, so Mom forged on. “Their powers were taken away.”
It didn’t escape me how she left out the part where she
had taken their powers. “But even before that, they practiced with
potions and blood magic, alchemy, things they had no business messing
with. Your Uncle Sikes was the worst of them. He started all this. He
made himself a…significant.”
“What?”
Seth groaned in disbelief.
“He
forced an imprint on a human woman, in a sense faking a bond with a
potion he gave her. You would never have known. She got the tattoo,
they were significants, they healed each other with their touch and
he was protective of her. But it was never quite right. When their
powers were taken because of the things they were doing, as
punishment, they didn’t accept that and move on. They did the
opposite. They began to practice alchemy even more and…” she
shrugged, “we didn’t know in time. By the time we found out, it
was too late. We’ve tried to keep a watch on them over the years,
but since they fled the compound, we didn’t even know where they’d
gone to.”
“Scattered,”
Seth muttered, distracted. “We don’t live at the compound. It’s
been abandoned for years. They use it to cellar wine for my cousin’s
business.”
He
stared at the floor, looking so dejected and lost. I hated that I was
part of the cause of this. “Seth,” I whispered.
“I
would know,” he argued with no one and gritted his teeth. “If my
family was doing these unspeakable things you’re talking about, I
would know. I’ve lived with them.”
I
caught a flash of a memory from Seth from when he was a child,
something he was trying to remember. A room, a woman, his mother
maybe, a table or bed, a bunch of people gathered around her, but
when he saw that I saw it, too, he pushed it away and glared at me.
“That
doesn’t mean that it’s what you’re talking about!” he yelled,
making me jump, my shoulders bunching. He sighed and swallowed.
“I’m…I’m sorry. Do you have any idea how hard it was to come
here tonight, knowing that you were all going to hate me for my
name?” He laughed once with no humor. “And then be completely
right?”
“We
don’t hate you,” Mom soothed and stood, but she made no move
toward him. I just sat down and stared at his hands. My body ached
for him, for his touch, his comfort. Our first day together and we
were already fighting and yelling. This wasn’t how this was
supposed to happen. I felt awful that my significant felt so
alienated.
I
felt the drop of a warm tear on my hand before I even realized I was
crying. I wiped it away and looked up to find Seth had done a
complete one-eighty. Apparently, seeing that tear had done him in.
With my family there watching, he didn’t care a lick. He came and
knelt at my feet. His warm hand wrapped around the back of my calf
while the other came and went straight to my cheek. I sucked in a
short, quick, embarrassing breath when his skin hit mine. He on the
other hand let out the tiniest of groans. His thumb swept under my
eye twice and he watched his movements as he cleaned up every drop.
“Ava,”
he said my name under his breath, “this whole time I’ve selfishly
been pouting about how this was effecting me and my family. I’m so
sorry. This involves you and your family, too. No matter what
happened in the past, that doesn’t matter now. I’m sorry I yelled
at you.” He squinted, as if that caused him pain to think about. It
was fascinating to watch. “Can we just move forward, please? We
found each other.” He looked down and smiled before looked back up.
“I found you. And I trust that
more than I trust anything. So no matter what happens, this is meant
to be. You’re mine now. So can we just start over and pretend that
today never happened?”
I
found myself smiling, then I was biting my lip to contain the smile.
And then he did the strangest thing. He took his thumb and tugged
down, freeing my lip from my teeth.
“You
shouldn’t ever try to stop that smile,” he said softly, but his
own crooked smile was coming through. His thumb moved against my
cheek and I felt my eyelids flutter from the pleasure. When I opened
my eyes again he looked ready to keel over. He crawled closer, which
was almost impossible which mere inches between us. “Ava,” he
whispered. His phone buzzed with another text and he remembered the
one he’d gotten earlier. The look of awe vanished from his face and
I cursed whoever it was who was texting him. He leaned back a little.
“Ava, we really do need to talk before—”
The
back door slammed open, revealing several dark-haired men who rammed
their way in before I could even think. Seth had stood and thrown me
behind him on instinct, but then he realized who it was. “Uncle
Gaston?”
The
tall, slender man stared at me over Seth’s shoulder like a prize
and had the audacity to smile. “Seth, you’ve done marvelous.
We’ll take it from here.”
My
heart stopped. Seth’s hand tightened on my wrist, but he didn’t
turn around to look at me. He spoke to his uncle again. “Gaston,”
Seth said calmly, which was doing nothing to make me feel better
about things, “what are you doing here?”
“It’s
okay, Seth,” he soothed and smiled at him. “You did good, son.”
“What
do you…?” Seth peeked back at me, squinting, and then looked back
at his uncle. “You thought I couldn’t handle this? You thought
they’d hurt me? Gaston, I told you they wouldn’t. She’s my
significant. The family feud between you has to stop.”
“We’re
here now. You don’t have to keep this up.” I felt my heart tug
painfully at his words. Seth gripped my wrist tighter to keep me from
running.
“Gaston,
what are you doing?” he growled in a voice I’d never heard from
my significant’s lips.
Gaston
pulled a bottle from his inside jacket pocket and held it up in front
of his face. He kissed it and then grinned as he tossed it toward his
Visionary. She gasped and tried to use her power to stop it, holding
her hands out in front of her. But it didn’t work. She seemed
surprised, her mouth parting and holding open in a silent scream as
she awaited the fate of that bottle. Daddy gripped her arm and swung
her behind him just as it smashed into his chest.
She
screamed just as I did. Seth’s tight grip held steady on my arm to
keep me safely behind him even as he barked at his uncle angrily,
asking him what was going on.
“It’s
like I’ve always told you, Seth,” he told him calmly, but I
wasn’t watching him. I was looking at my father as he watched a
hole in his shirt eat away and then the skin under it started to turn
black. He looked up to Gaston for an answer, who just stared blankly.
He returned his gaze to Seth and sighed. “The Watsons led a hard
life because of the people in this room. We were never meant to
scrounge and beg like humans. Virtuoso are a powerful people with
powerful blood in our veins.” He looked at my mother. “Did you
really think we’d just lie down and accept your punishment?”
Seth
jerked and looked at my mother, but she kept her gaze on Gaston. Dad
didn’t look good and I worried about him. There was so much going
on, I didn’t know what I should be focusing on.
Seth
whispered, “Her? It was her that attacked you at the palace that
day?”
“Seth,
son,” Dad groaned, struggling to remain conscience as he bent to
lean on the arm of the chair. Mom whimpered and could no longer keep
up her pretenses of the strong leader in charge of things. She caved
and rushed to lean down to him, never stopped touching him, but still
kept looking back at Gaston as if he’d attack at any moment. I’d
never seen my family so helpless. We were always the strong ones, the
leaders, the ones all the other clans looked up to. And now the
Watsons show up, supposedly with no powers at all, and now are able
to lay flat my family with one vial?
Dad
continued. “I doubt you have the whole story, in truth and in full.
Remember that you only know what they’ve told you, what they want
you to know.” Gaston growled in warning, but Dad pressed on.
“There’s a reason that you bonded with my daughter. Remember
that.”
Seth
looked at me over his shoulder and I saw something different in his
eyes now. It wasn’t reverence or the beginnings of love or wonder.
It was suspicion. I felt as if he himself had reached up and slapped
me. It was his
family that had come in and attacked my family. I saw him flinch with
that thought. It was his
family that sent him a suspicious text earlier asking if he was ‘done
with me yet’. He flinched again, seeing where I was going with
this. It was his
family who hurt my father, his
family who barged in here as if on a mission, and his
family who were now watching him like they were waiting for
something. I backed away a little, pulling my arm from his grasp. His
lips moved, saying he word ‘no’ but no sound left his lips. His
eyes begged me as he finally understood the gravity of his actions,
of his family’s actions. Whether he understood what was going on or
not, he was taking a side right now. And it was ripping me in two
that he wasn’t choosing mine.
Gaston
looked at Seth and nodded. Seth shook his head as if he understood
what he wanted but he didn’t want to do it. It was then I finally
understood that my significant came here to betray me. A gut
wrenchingly painful breath burst through my chest and out of my
throat. The moan stopped Seth dead in his tracks and he moved to come
to me, but I put my hand up to stop him.
“How
could you?” I asked him which as much conviction as I could, but it
came out a pathetic whimper.
He
seemed to get it then and straightened. He seemed shocked and shook
his head. He glanced back at his uncle and then back to me. “No,
Ava. No. This isn’t what it looks like. Uncle Gaston came here to
make sure I was okay. He…he was worried that your family was going
to hurt me. I would never betray you this way,” he said angrily.
“My family would never do that—the way you’re thinking—when
they know that we’ve imprinted. They’d know what that would do to
me.”
“Seth,”
Gaston implored in an exasperated tone, “we need to be going. No
more stalling.”
“Gaston,”
he growled. “What are you doing?”
I
felt his confusion, his anger, his need to protect me, but also his
will and want to protect his family. I backed away another step away
as his back was turned.
A
member of his family that had fallen in the back of the room was
getting up. Things were getting worse for us by the second. When Seth
heard the noise behind him, he turned and lunged my way. I covered my
head on instinct at the roar that erupted from him and the way he
came at me. But nothing ever came. I opened my eyes to find Seth’s
back in my line of sight. I peeked around him and saw the man glaring
at him, his arm twisted in Seth’s grasp.
“Don’t
ever touch her,” Seth told him in that voice I had heard before and
I was so confused I didn’t know what to do or think. Was he with me
or against me?
I
felt arms go around my waist and gasped, but Rodney shushed me. “Come
on,” he whispered into my hair, but Seth had already turned and
started to lunge.
I
held up my hand and he stopped immediately. He sighed seeing it was
Rodney and then sighed again when he saw me back away another step.
“Ava,” he begged. For what, I didn’t know. What did he want me
to do in this situation?
Then
his eyes rounded and his mouth opened to speak, but it was too late.
I heard Rodney’s grunt and then he fell to the floor behind me as
Mom screamed. I was yanked roughly by my hair as Gaston dragged me
away from Seth who came for us.
“Uh,
uh, uh, nephew.” He held something over my head. Seth’s eyes
glued to it as he stopped. “I see that you’ve let the bonding and
intensity of the situation get to you and that presents a problem for
us.”
“She’s
my significant,” Seth argued. “What did you expect? Would you let
someone take Aunt Amy from you?”
He
smiled. “You’re missing the point. You haven’t been with Ava.
You don’t know her, you haven’t fallen in love with her, and my
significant isn’t the daughter of the woman who destroyed our
family,” he finished loudly. I couldn’t help but flinch. He
pulled a little tighter on my hair, but it didn’t escape my notice
how he made sure not to touch my skin. “This is it. This is our
chance, what we’ve always talked about.” Seth paled—actually
paled at his uncle’s words. “We’ve always said that when the
time came we’d return the favor to the ones who destroyed us.
You’re bonded with the Visionary’s daughter.” He grinned. “I
see no more fitting restitution than that.”
“And
what about me?” Seth asked calmly and seemed to throw a wall up in
his mind. I got nothing from him. “While you’re torturing and
doing whatever you plan to do to her, what about me? I’ll feel
that, have to…deal with that.” He gulped, but kept looking at his
uncle.
I
looked away from him, completely disgusted. Even if he hadn’t come
here to purposely ambush me, they had talked about ‘the family’
who had ruined his family all those years ago and apparently that
trumped our bond. He was going to let them ruin us.
“Don’t
worry, Seth,” his uncle was saying. “We have our ways of getting
around the bond. We even have ways of creating a bond itself.” Seth
seemed surprised by that, seemingly to have forgotten what we talked
about before…or it seemed, but who knew what was real anymore.
“We’ll take care of you. In the meantime, she’ll be at your
disposal. Whenever you need her, or want her,” he tacked on with a
grin, “she’ll be there.”
Seth
gulped again and nodded. “That’s great, Gaston.”
Rodney
woke up with a groan and scrambled up at seeing the scene,
remembering where he was. His face was red with anger as he cursed
and braced himself on the back of the couch. I tried to look at him,
but couldn’t. Gaston turned us toward my parents and I could
practically hear the smile on his face as he began to spew propaganda
at them. I didn’t hear a word of it as my world crumbled around me.
I just stood and tried not to crumble with it.
Rodney’s
phone dinged with a text. He ignored it. It dinged again, and then
again without waiting. He sighed and pulled it out, to turn it off I
presumed, but then he stopped and looked at it. Then he started to
text back. My mouth fell open and if I could have smacked him in the
back of the head, I would have. Only my brother would be texting his
buddies back in the middle of a Watson\Jacobson clan battle. What a
jerk.
He
slipped his phone back in his pocket and looked at me. He looked
beyond angry, but there was something else. His eyes shifted left
once before he mouthed for me to duck. I didn’t wait or think, I
just trusted my brother. I yanked out of Gaston’s grip as fast and
hard as I could. He had been holding me for so long that he has
gotten careless and comfortable. I went easily, falling to the floor
in a heap, my chin smashing into my knee. I hissed in pain, but
before I knew it, Seth was smashing into his uncle from behind,
toppling them over the coffee table to the floor. He punched his
uncle just once and that was all it took for him to be out cold.
I
heard some scuffling behind me, but couldn’t look away from Seth as
he rushed to me on his knees across the floor.
“You’re
hurt,” he breathed and took my chin in his fingers. His calm didn’t
seep in and I wondered if our bond had been severed because my heart
was broken. I pushed him away before I could find out or think too
hard about it.
He
sighed. “Let me help you.”
“You
chose, didn’t you?” I asked softly.
“Ava,
please. I need to get them out of here. Let me give you my touch
before I have to leave.”
“Or
you just want my touch for yourself before you go,” I said, but
didn’t look up at him. I felt his fingers under my chin, but it was
as if he knew exactly where to press to not hurt where it was aching.
He lifted my face gently to make me face him. He was so close that
our noses almost touched.
“Do
you really believe that?” he asked, his voice gravelly and filled
with unchecked emotion. I couldn’t answer him. Not only did I not
have the answer, but I was afraid of being wrong and afraid of being
right. Finally I felt his touch begin to sink into my skin. I was
relieved and…so many emotions at once. I wanted him, but was it all
chemical? Was it all something in my body that made me want him? What
if he didn’t want me and I was stuck wanting someone who just
wanted to use me? I sighed, letting his touch comfort me for now and
heard his responding one, like he was waiting for me to accept his
touch before he let himself accept it. “I have to leave, take care
of some things,” he told me, pressing his forehead to mine. “I
will
be back. I’m so sorry for…” He leaned away and looked like
there was a million things he wanted to say. Instead he leaned
forward and kissed my forehead. I sucked in an embarrassing breath
that I’m sure he enjoyed at my expense. “Don’t give up on me,
Ava.”
With
that, I watched him pick up his uncle from the ground and heft him
over his shoulder. Rodney was dragging someone from the room and I
realized the room was clear of everyone but us. My brother was
outside with them and I felt a moment of panic before he came in the
kitchen door and shut it. Or tried. The hinge was destroyed and
wouldn’t latch. He gave up and put a chair in front of it to keep
it closed and then gave me my phone. “Why do you—”
“Seth
had it. Must have picked it up from the table at some point. He was
the one texting me. He planned that little…move we pulled.”
I
gasped and covered my mouth. “What?”
He
slid down beside me on the wall. We looked over at Dad and Mom. Dad
was already looking better so the poison apparently wasn’t deadly
or permanent, but Mom had to stay with him. He was asleep with his
head in her lap and she looked at us worriedly, listening, splitting
her focus between us and Dad. Dad was going to be so pissed when he
woke up. He hated when Mom had to take over. He wanted to protect
her, always. It was in the Virtuoso man’s blood to.
Rodney
sighed. “He got your phone off the table sometime during the night,
texted me from it, and told me to take out his cousin behind him so
he could take his uncle and you wouldn’t get hurt in the process. I
don’t know what happened. I don’t know what was going on, what he
knew and didn’t know, okay? But I do know that he didn’t want to
hurt you. He wanted to keep you safe.”
“How
can you say that when—”
“He
defied his family, who obviously thought he was going to be on board.
His uncle’s plan was a bust. What do you think they’re going to
do to him when they wake up?” I groaned and sucked in a breath
without even realizing it at the thought. Oh, God… Would they hurt
him? He covered my hand on my knee. “I’m just saying, he was
ambushed as much as we were. He knew the Watsons and Jacobsons had
beef, but he didn’t know that Mom was the one who took their
powers. They left that little tid-bit out apparently. Why, I don’t
know. He just thought he was going to have to be overcoming a little
tiff, he never imagined he was going to have to deal with all that.”
I
licked my lips. “He blocked his mind from me. Why would he do that
unless he was guilty?”
“Maybe
he didn’t want you to know what his plan was and give it away? I
don’t know. I just know what he did, and what he did was defy his
family and save you. They were planning on taking you away from us,
Ava. Do you understand that?” he finished, his words slow and
telling.
“Yes,”
I said quickly.
“Wait—why
didn’t he have to release you? Or vice versa?”
I
sighed and almost smiled when I thought back to our conversation. “He
did release me.” I grabbed my chest, feeling his heart beating next
to mine as I worked so hard to feel him there, to feel him connected
to me somehow, to know it was real. “He knew it was me that needed
to be released,” I said in wonder, “and he knew I was already
upset and freaking out so he said that he had to take care of some
things but he would be back. I wasn’t even paying attention.” I
sat there immobile and useless as my emotions overtook me.
“Turn
on your phone,” he said and yawned as he put his head on my
shoulder. “Lover boy said to tell you to open your text messages.”
I
did as he said and there, in a message to no one, was an unsent text.
It read: Don’t
give up on me, Ava. Please…
I
could do nothing but let Rodney wrap me in his arms and cry.
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