Another hump day, more new words on the WIP. Not a bad trade-off. The #1lineWed theme for today offered up some snippets from previous books but also opened up the possibilities for new words so…yeah. Grab ’em while their hot! Yes, “deja vu” is one of the words, along with “prophecy” and “vision.” See? Totally matches the Penumbra world. 😉 Anyway, Sade and Caleb are in Paris for…reasons.
Sade didn’t move. Each breath she took was a very careful inhalation—slow, easy, small. For a moment, she couldn’t remember where she was. Paris. Hotel. Caleb in the adjoining room. What had tapped into her subconscious, waking her so precipitously?
She listened. Street noise. People talking. Footsteps. The narrow lane outside their hotel was closed to vehicular traffic. There. Off in the distance. There was the clamor of traffic.
Eyes still closed, she considered. Had she dreamed something? She wasn’t prone to visions of prophecy but déja vu reared it’s ugly head often in her day-to-day life. No memory of a dream. No unnatural sound. A faint, gray light teased her closed lids. Still daylight then, though likely coming on to evening. She needed to locate Caleb and get out on the streets. A light tap on the door between her room and Caleb’s caused her to open her eyes and sit up.
“Yeah?” she called softly.
The door inched open and Caleb peered through. “You’re awake.”
“Sort of. What’s up?”
Sade swung her feet off the bed and stood. “Here?”
“In Paris. Crevan ordered him to the Sanctuaire.”
“Verity?” Verity was the witch who’d saved Roman’s heart and become his mate during the battle for the souls of the gargoyle race, the Garregyion, as they called themselves.
“She’s with him.”
“Okay.” She drew out the word, thinking hard. “That could mean a couple of different things. Either things aren’t bad here and this is just a normal trip and he doesn’t want to be separated from her.”
“Or things in New Orleans aren’t safe to leave her there alone.”
“Jean-Louis hinted and things happening here, which is why we were requested to come. I suspect Roman just wants to keep her close.”
“We’re supposed to meet him at the Irish pub.”
Sade let out a short gigglesnort. “Sorry. What is it about us that we always find an Irish pub no matter where we go?”
Caleb laughed. “That’s true. We do tend to gravitate to those particular establishments.”
“I’m still trying to figure out why there’s an Irish pub in Paris.”
“Just be glad there is, especially one run by a leprechaun.”
One never knows who they’ll run into while traveling. And yes, there is an Irish pub in Paris. And one in New Orleans. Chicago. NYC. Tampa. San Diego. Denver. Louisville. Charlottesville. And a few other places I’ve been. Writers, any deja vu words to share? Readers, have you ever experienced a moment of deja vu?