I’m giving Swashbuckler a well-deserved break. This week comes from my 2010 NanoWrimo project, a paranormal romance featuring reincarnation, magic, ancient entities and betrayal. Oh yeah, and love.
She was going to die. She saw it in his face; in his eyes. Fury and frustration, brows contorted together in an aggressive line of thick, black hair. Angry, red blotches spread from his neck, infecting his cheeks and forehead and ears. Siobhan took a small, very slow step back from him. Wasn’t sudden movement a trigger for the predator to go in for the kill?
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