It’s Wednesday. Already. Today’s #1lineWed THEME is a real **TREAT**. I almost used a snippet that starred Sade and Caleb back when they were kids and they’d been dared to do something. Instead, I decided to take the prompt and add it to a snippet I’d previously written using a flash fliction prompt in order to move the current WIP along. To set this up, Sade has returned from Paris. I think you can figure it out from there…
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Find the wizard, find Sinjen. Concentrate on finding the little turd. It shouldn’t be this fucking hard. The wizard apparently sprang whole cloth into this world. No one knew who he was. Not Interpol. Not the FBI. CIA. DHS. ATF. US Marshals. Interpol. The national police in every European country she’d contacted. Mathias had gone to the Concilium Magicae. None of the human reps knew him. They’d have turned his ass over in a heartbeat because Sade and the vampires weren’t the only ones looking. Not even the dragons could find him.

She’d caught the train from Washington to New York. She had a slim lead that might point either to his identity or his location and planned to spend the day in the Big Apple pursuing it. After hitting a couple of magic shops and talking to the leaders of NYC’s most powerful coven of white witches, Sade was no closer to her prey.

Walking aimlessly, she stopped to grab a slice of pizza when the scents wafting from a tiny pizzeria almost brought her to her knees. New York style pizza. Tomato sauce, pepperoni, cheese. She folded the huge slice, grabbed napkins, and head toward her final destination of the. Considering how frustrating her day had been, she deserved a treat. She continued down 5th Street.

Chewing and swallowing the last bite, Sade gazed up at St. Patrick’s Cathedral from across the street. Gargoyles perched among the spires, soaking up the sun and watching her through unblinking eyes. She wondered how many of the pedestrians around her were aware they were under surveillance by the magicks. She dipped her chin in acknowledgment. The shadow of Atlas, struggling to hold up the heavens, fell across her. She knew how he felt and offered a two-fingered salute as she left the iconic statue. At the corner, she turned right and a block later put her smack dab in the teeming crowd at Rockefeller Center. Sade had never felt so alone. She kept walking, though slowly as she massaged the crick in her neck she developed from constantly scanning her surroundings.

She had decisions to make. Too bad she had no one to talk to. Caleb was back in Washington being all werewolfy with his mate, Adele. Roman and Verity returned to the States and he was busy with his duties as the Legate of New Orleans. Ariel was not the fae to discuss affairs of the heart with. Especially not her heart.

A shadow drifted across the sidewalk. She searched the skies but found nothing. With her luck, that damn dragon had cloaked himself invisible and was stalking her. Nikos was one of the decisions she had to make. Nikos and Sinjen.

Her heart hurt at the thought of the enigmatic vampire. “So I walk away,” she murmured. “As soon as I find him.”

“And then what?” the wind whispered.

Good question. Could she leave Sinjen behind? He’d left her and she didn’t give a tinker’s damn what Crevan and Mathias said about extenuating circumstances. He’d left her.

At the next corner, a busker strummed his guitar, watching her intently before launching into a Creedence Clearwater song. Sade listened to the whole song then dropped a twenty into his guitar case. Good advice in the lyrics.

The musician gave her a chin lift. “Stay proud, Mary.”

Mind made up, she strolled away, smiling. “The name’s Sade but close enough.”
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Yes, readers, there’s trouble in Sade’s world. And it’s about to get crazier. Trust me on that. I hope you got a treat from reading this. 😉 Writers, will you treat us with some words? And readers, what’s your favorite treat to enjoy while reading?