The Drow There and Nothing More
Goth Drow™ Book Three
Martha CarrMichael Anderle
This book is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Sometimes both.
Copyright © 2020 Martha Carr and Michael Anderle
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First US Edition, June, 2020
eBook ISBN: 978-1-64202-985-7
Print ISBN: 978-1-64202-986-4
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 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
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Thanks to the JIT Readers
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Dedications
From Martha
To everyone who still believes in magic
and all the possibilities that holds.
To all the readers who make this
entire ride so much fun.
And to my son, Louie and so many wonderful friends who remind me all the time of what
really matters and how wonderful
life can be in any given moment.
From Michael
To Family, Friends and
Those Who Love
To Read.
May We All Enjoy Grace
To Live The Life We Are
Called.
Chapter One
Cheyenne Summerlin rolled over in her bed and reached for the stack of pillows she’d grown used to grabbing in her sleep. Instead of pillows, her hand slapped down heavily on air, and she almost rolled onto the floor.
Her first instinct was to keep from falling. Her hand lashed out, and the force of her newly unlocked telekinesis threw her back onto the small bed while splintering the wooden floor beside her with a crunch. The halfling drew her hand back and pushed herself up to sit in the narrow twin bed, blinking herself awake.
Where the hell am I?
In two seconds, she recognized the massive bookshelf against the wall and the desk against the window. Cheyenne groaned and vigorously rubbed her cheeks.
Still at Chez Summerlin. I did everything I could to stay out of here.
The halfling blinked at the ceiling and tossed her childhood comforter off before slipping out of bed. When her gaze fell on the shallow crater she’d blasted into the floor, she winced. She stooped to drag the black area rug from in front of the bookshelf to the divot in the floor, covering it relatively well.
Eleanor’s gonna find this the next time she cleans in here. Right now, I’m pretty sure a dented floor is the last thing on Mom’s mind.
Cheyenne slipped into her clothes from yesterday, then grabbed her phone off the nightstand to check for messages. There was nothing. “So, Corian found nothing, or he’s just too busy to bother. Fine.”
She shoved the phone into her back pocket and froze when the sounds of soft laughter and clinking glasses carried toward her from down the hall. Tilting her head, the halfling opened the door to her old bedroom and glanced at the breakfast room at the back of the second story. The doors were open, and she caught a brief glimpse of Eleanor walking across the room before the woman disappeared.
They sound awfully happy, considering what’s going on right outside.
The halfling shuffled down the hall, running her fingers through her tangled black hair. A few strands caught on her septum piercing, and she grimaced as she fought to free her face from her hair. Then she reached the open doors to the breakfast room and raised her eyebrows.
They’d rearranged the chairs to face the long, curved wall of windows so Ember could roll her wheelchair up to the very center. In the cream armchairs on either side of Cheyenne’s fae friend sat Bianca Summerlin and Eleanor, both of them dressed and ready for the day.
Eleanor had just sat back down in her chair but turned with a grin when Cheyenne cleared her throat. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
Bianca shot the woman an amused glance before raising her Bloody Mary to her lips. “We thought we’d let you sleep in this morning, Cheyenne.”
The halfling smirked. “It’s only seven-thirty.”
“Correct.” Bianca drank. “I do hope that’s not nearly as late as you normally sleep. Doesn’t your earliest class start at eight-thirty?”
Cheyenne shot the back of her mom’s head a playful frown. If it was anyone else, I’d wonder how she knew that.
“Not anymore.” The halfling crossed the wide room toward the three women enjoying themselves and the now-less-peaceful view of the valley behind Bianca Summerlin’s home. “I think I started to tell you last night. My schedule’s changed a little.” She stopped behind Ember and put a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “You doin’ okay in here with these two?”
The fae looked at her over her shoulder and smirked. “I think I can hold my own.”
Eleanor chuckled. “And she didn’t even join us for a Bloody Mary.”
“I had enough to
