Wednesday has rolled around with a hint of frost and fallish days. I’ve VOICED my love of all things Fall. As you might have guessed, **VOICE** is the theme for #1lineWed today. I don’t think I’ve posted this snippet from LEATHER AND LACE, the next Penumbra book, here. It was written for a #flashfiction challenge some time back. Before anyone (lookin’ at you Patti) freaks out, yes, Sade and Sinjen are fighting. Yes, it starts with something as simple as Sade freaking out over something because…well, she’s Sade. At least, she has friends, right?
The front door slammed hard enough the windows rattled.
“Well, that went well.”
Ariel stared at Caleb like the werewolf had two heads. “Seriously?”
Caleb lifted one shoulder in a shrug the fae couldn’t decide was negligent or arrogant. “You know what Sade is like when she’s pissed.”
“I fucking heard that!” The subject of their conversation stomped into the room. “Why the gawddamned fucking hell are the two of you still standing here? I told you to get the hell out.”
Both men chided her simultaneously. “Language.”
The werewolf caught the scent of her pain while the fae noticed the all but imperceptible wince. Sade glowered, her gaze so withering that had they been plants the two magicks would have shriveled up, died, and blown away like dust in the wind.
“Would you like us to stake him in the heart?” Ari sounded a little too happy to comply.
“Oh fucking to the hell no,” the furious woman yelled. “That doesn’t even come close to what I’ll do that that mother—”
“Sade,” Caleb cut her off, his tone cajoling. “You know you don’t mean that.”
“He slept with her!” The heartbreak in Sade’s voice rocked both magicks back on their heels. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth formed a hard slash across her face. “I am so fucking done with that gawddamned asshole.”
“He’s a vampire.” Ari stated the obvious, as if vampire and asshole were synonyms.
Caleb added in a dry voice, “And now a dead one.”
Sade flung a cushion at Caleb’s head. “Vampires are already dead.”
“Well, sort of. They are undead, not dead, technically speaking.” Caleb barely managed to duck the thick, hardcover book she hurled at him.
Ariel snagged the tome in mid-air. “Hey! That’s a first edition.”
Throwing up her hands, Sade marched to the far end of the room. “I should have seen this coming. He’s a fucking vampire.”
“And a master,” Ari muttered.
“Centuries old. How many gawddamned women has he had? Why the holy fucking hell would he ever settle down with a total bitch like me?”
Werewolf and fae exchanged looks but remained stoically—and wisely—silent.
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