Soul Mates Kiss by Sandra Ross Page A

to go where her path would lead her?
How could she take that same freedom away from her daughter?
    Lola wanted her life spent in the human world,
with human people. It was her choice. So Lola moved with her father
to New York and was raised in a large penthouse apartment while
Sable lived amongst the Magickals.
    And Davis did not waste the opportunity to raise
his daughter. He had her enrolled in some of the best private
schools the city could offer. It was clear early on that Lola had a
rather high IQ and could become anything she wanted. He wanted his
daughter to be the best at whatever career she chose. But at the
moment, he was happy that she was happy with her chosen career.
    And for him, that was the most important thing
in the world.
    Lola was grown up now, and was as beautiful as
her mother albeit a fiery one in character. Sable was elegant and
cool outwardly, whereas Lola... well, his daughter was passionate
and impulsive and he could see that straight-away, especially when
she was fighting for something that she either believed in or
wanted very much.
    Lola had inherited her mother's gorgeous
ash-blonde hair and slanted cat-like green eyes. Her smile,
beautiful and uninhibited, always lit up any room. Sable was
reserved and cool with other people but was never one to hold back
with her feelings, and their daughter held similar emotions.
    Sometimes it was almost painful to look at Lola
because she reminded him so much of his ex-wife. Even though they
had been divorced for many years now, he had never met someone like
Sable, or anyone else who could affect him so deeply. So he had
never re-married.
    Sable had ruined him, he would sometimes
think.
    But who was he to fool? Everyone knew it was
true. After their time together, how could he settle for anyone
less?
    But Sable needed something more than what he
could give. She needed her freedom from his world. He had to let
her go because she was not happy with him anymore. A powerful
witch, she had to find her place in the magical world, going on her
magical missions.
    Sable was always on flight, doing this and that
for the Council for Magickal Beings. Nevertheless, he loved his
ex-wife and their daughter more than anything else in the
world.
    Lola could feel her father watching her. He did
that sometimes and she was used to it by now. She had figured out a
long time ago why he was doing it, too.
    "You're thinking about how much I look like
Mother again, aren't you?" she teased him. "Well, Mother is very
beautiful, so I'm going to take that as a supreme compliment."
    Davis' shoulders shook as he laughed. "As well
you should, sweetheart."
    Glancing at her watch, she gulped down the last
of her juice and got up from the table. She raced around to where
her father sat and kissed him on the cheek.
    "I've got to go, Dad, or I'm going to be late
for my meeting. Don't wait up for me tonight because I'm not sure
when I'm going to get home. I love you."
    "I love you, too, sweetheart," Davis responded
as he picked the newspaper. "Have a wonderful day!"

Chapter Two
    AT FIVE O'CLOCK that afternoon, Lola dashed to
the elevator and then out through the lobby where her driver,
William, was waiting with the car to take her to her meeting place
with the mysterious writer.
    As they made their way through traffic, Lola
kept looking at her watch. She really did not want to be late and
it seemed as if traffic was suddenly standing still.
    Pushing a button that slid open the glass
partition between herself and William, she inquired what was wrong.
It seemed that there was a malfunctioning traffic light. People
were backed up in all directions.
    "Oh hell," Lola said under her breath. Closing
the glass again, she rolled down her side window to try to see how
far the holdup extended. The sound of beeping cars and angry
drivers were terrible. But amidst the chaos, she distinctively
heard the crying of a distressed child.
    Looking in that direction, she saw a flushed
child, along with a woman who