I haven’t shared a “tease” in awhile and since I have strawberries and rum calling my name (No, I’m not drinking this – yet. I’m still in coffee and doughnut mode) here is the opening for my latest WIP – The Jester.
The Chapter One
Estella looked inside the blood soaked box. “Shit. This is bad.”
When the doorbell had chimed at two minutes after midnight, she’d assumed it was the jester’s first prank before leaving Shadow for the human world.
She never thought she’d be staring into Sam’s dead eyes. Looking up, she scanned into the dark. Of course, she saw glowing eyes and shifting darkness, she lived in Shadow. Minutes past midnight meant every nocturnal creature was prowling…and hunting.
Slamming the door, she leaned against the wood and muttered a protective spell. Who killed Sam? And why leave his head for her?
She mentally went through the list of Shadow residents. None of them stood out as likely candidates in Sam’s murder
Heading upstairs to her bedroom, she picked up the telecom. She pressed Zek’s number and after a dozen buzzes, he answered.
“Whhhhaattt,” he slurred. She tried to decide if it was a drunken or I’m-still-asleep lisp but it was too hard to tell from one word.
“I have trouble.”
After a long stretch of silence she pressed the disconnect button and threw the telecom on the bed. As she pulled on her clothes, her mind raced. Why had she called Zek? He’d proven he couldn’t be trusted. Yet, she’d called.
Shaking her head, she started toward the bedroom door when a shadow formed. Her heart slammed into her ribs with enough force, she half expected to see it laying on the floor in front of her. Someone had broken through her ward.
Hope you enjoyed 😉 I’m off to finish the sauce for Rum Runners this weekend. I’d love to hear what everyone else is working on – writing or otherwise.