Ten points to anyone who gets the title! Today’s #1lineWed prompt is **Pale/Impale**. Since there are no vampires in the current WIPs, here’s a quick scene from NIGHT WISH. Yes, with RDR#9 back in NY, I’m once again working feverishly to get this book ready for release. This isn’t a spoiler. Just a teaser of a scene. And I’m not giving y’all any background. You just have to take it as it. 😉
I was the first one through the doorway. Gunsmoke hazed the air, the acrid stench clogging my nose. Gravedigger and Easy plowed into me because I’d stopped cold. No one spoke while we surveyed the room.
A guy wearing one of our cuts sprawled on the floor, dead eyes focused on the figure standing over him, a Glock dangling from the woman’s slack hand. Fuck. I’d know those sweet curves anywhere. Gen. What the hell was she doing here?
“He’s dead,” Gravedigger announced. He’d know.
“Wiz, you need to get the gun.” Easy’s low voice wasn’t meant to carry.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
Gen’s head came up, horror etched across her pale skin. Her eyes were the size of silver dollars, and though hyperventilating, she managed to gasp out, “It was an accident.”
I stepped closer, reaching for her. “Gimme the gun, babe.”
“I didn’t mean to—” Her voice broke.
Grabbing the Glock, I passed it off to Easy then gathered her into my arms. “Who is he?”
“A…a…” She gave me a helpless look. “A Nightrider?”
“What did he do to you?” I growled the words. She jerked away from me, stumbling back and going down hard enough to bruise her sweet ass. I squatted next to her. “Shh, babe. It’s okay. I’ve got you. He’s not one of ours.”
“I killed him.”
“Did he hurt you?”
A breathy “No” accompanied Gen’s shudder. Her gaze glued onto my face. “But he tried.”
“We’ll fix this.”
We would. That’s what we did best—hide the bodies.
And there ya go. Writers, any impaled words of paleness to share? Readers, what makes you go pale?