Srew it. I it publish before I set the time for tomorrow. Have your Wednesday Words 12 hours early. 🤦🏼‍♀️

How can it be Wednesday again–and already?!?! It is. And I have words. Actually, I have a lot of words but y’all only get the bare bones. I did the mandatory 250 words and then added, subtracted and ended up with around 2K words.Sadly, other people impressed last week’s Thursday Thread’s judge. That’s okay. I don’t do it to win. I do it to make sure that I get some words written even if I’m procrastinating. Last week’s prompt is: *”Be ready at dark.”* The snippet is, at this point in time, apropos of nothing in the timeline. That means it will happen but I have absolutely no clue when. 😄

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Ariel slipped back into the shadowed stairwell. He would not admit his relief. As he’d been thinking of her all morning, it was as if he’d conjured her out of thin air. Still, he wasn’t ready to be seen yet. Of course, that was before that damnable dragon strode through the front door as if this hotel was his lair.

Sade instinctively turned to stare at the suave man striding toward her, the smile on his face not reaching his ice-blue eyes though his arms were open as if to offer a welcoming hug. The woman beside her caught her breath and let it out on an appreciative sigh. Sade couldn’t blame her. Nikos was something to look at.

“My darling Sade. What brings you here to the wilds of New York?”

He would have hugged her if she hadn’t stared him down. He laughed. She didn’t. What the bloody fucking hell are you doing here?”

“I might ask you the same question, Agent Marquis.”

“I’m here on official business.”

“As am I.” Nikos stared at the hallway.

Ariel stepped into the light and regarded them both. To Sade, he said, “You know about the murders?” She nodded. He’d already read the knowledge in Nikos’ eyes. “You have thoughts?”

“Serial killer,” Sade said immediately. “I know the victims are of a type but they’re all human. Is there something about their deaths that ties them to a magick?”

The Fae shrugged. “Perhaps. We need to go hunting. Be ready at dark.”
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There it is. Things are getting serious in Rochester. *bwahaha* Writers, enjoy the prompt. Readers, would you go hunting with this crew?