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United States, if they didn’t kil her first. Her family had tried numerous times, he had tried, but al of them had failed to even get so much as a direction on her. He had heard her soft voice nearly a month earlier and as many times as he replayed it in his head, he was certain she sounded afraid. And El e wasn’t afraid of much.
    The storm would provide a much needed boost of energy and the plan was simple. Al of them would gather together in El e’s protected house, home of her ancestors, gather the storm’s energy, send it out into the universe and find her. And it was going to happen, because there was no other alternative.
    He whistled and his dog, Bomber, bounded around the corner and paced with him to his truck. The big German Shepherd jumped inside and settled on the seat next to him. “Today, baby,†he whispered softly into the wind, letting it carry his words away from him.
    The drive through Sea Haven was familiar now. He’d moved to the smal vil age on the coast after serving first as an Army Ranger and then in the DEA with his friend Jonas Harrington. Things had gone to hel more than once, both in the army when he was taken prisoner and later on an undercover assignment. Jonas had wanted to go home to Sea Haven and had talked Jackson into moving with him. He’d joined the sheriff’s office and patrol ed the coastline, not realizing for a long time what the inhabitants of Sea Haven had come to mean to him. He was a man of few words and even fewer friends, but he had been accepted in the smal , tight-knit community.
    The vil age was mourning El e Drake, just as her family—and he—was mourning for her. There was a sense of quiet, of dread, as he drove through the streets. Everywhere he looked, he could see the smal yel ow ribbons on businesses and homes, waving from fences and trees. One of their own was missing and they al wanted her home. The wind continued to drive the fog until the coastal highway was thick and gray and mist covered his windshield.
    Gloom hung like a cloud as he continued down the highway until he came to the winding drive that led up to the Drake estate.
    The multistoried house stood at the top of a cliff, surrounded by trees and a beautiful, colorful garden that even in the cold of winter grew and blossomed. The music of chimes in the wind hit him first and as the wind blew in from the sea, the various chimes danced and played an assortment of notes that seemed to ease the terrible weight on his chest. The wrought-iron double gate was closed and he sat at the bottom of the hil studying the symbols and the words etched in both Latin and Italian. The seven become one when united .
    The Drakes had a magic that few possessed and when they came together, the things they could accomplish were extraordinary. Jackson found them al extraordinary women. Somehow he had been brought into their circle through Jonas.
    Elle. He leaned his forehead against the steering wheel and breathed away his fear for her. He had been a prisoner of war, without too much hope that anyone would find him. He was moved every few days, and as a sniper with a reputation, his captors had no intention of returning him for even political reasons. The scars from those long weeks of torture were on his skin and ran deep beneath it as wel . It wasn’t as if he had much to live for back in those days, and he hadn’t believed in much either. Until a voice began whispering in his head tel ing him to live, to fight, that he wasn’t alone.
    He had thought he was going insane at first. That voice was soft—feminine—and eventual y over time, sensual. He loved the sound of her voice. Elle.
    His mysterious, elusive El e Drake. In his pain he had somehow connected with her and she had been able to find him. He didn’t understand their connection, but he knew she belonged to him. She was meant for him. He had fol owed Jonas to Sea Haven to see