Guess what?! New words for today. Sadly, they are the only new words written since last Thursday. Y’all know why. Anyway. Along with the new words is the announcement that they won an honorable mention in last week’s Thursday Threads. The prompt is: *“There was no blood or body.”* I think from previous snippets that y’all know there are murders in the WIP. All I know about where this snippet is in the timeline is that it’s after Sade arrives to investigate them, finding Ariel and Nikos already there, hence her calling Caleb to assist, who then calls in Sinjen. Fun times, right? Here it is, for what it’s worth.

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There was no blood or body but the scent of death sullied the air. Caleb glanced at Sade. “I can shift but not sure it’ll do any good. There was a body here but that’s the only scent.”

“What does that mean?”

“Like I should know?” The werewolf toed the flattened grass. “The body was here. Evidently, it just…poofed.”

“Bodies don’t just poof, Caleb.” Sade turned her attention to the Fae standing silently at her side, and stilled. Ariel’s face looked like it had been carved from white granite. “Ari?”

“It’s not her,” Caleb blurted. “Hell, Ari. Sorry. It’s not Aisling’s scent.”

The stark fear did not drain from Ari’s expression. In a voice as somber as the tomb they stood in front of, he said, “Are you sure this one was dead?”

“Yeah, buddy. I’m sure.”

Sade touched Ariel’s arm. “Will you tell us what’s going on?”

His gaze locked on the spot at their feet, Ari shook his head. “I can’t. King’s orders.”

“I call bullshit on that.” Sade whipped out her cell phone but snake-fast, Ari’s hand intercepted hers.

“No. You can’t call him.”

“Watch me.”

“No, Sade. I forbid you.”

“You are so not the boss of me, Ariel Daione. How ’bout I call Titania instead. She owes me.”

“That depends on what you call me, Sade Marquis.” The Queen of the Seelie Court stepped up beside them.

“Well, hell,” Sade muttered. “We are so fu—” Caleb surreptitiously kicked her shin. “Screwed,” she finished lamely.
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There you have it. I have hopes of more and better words this week. I’m still sad and still missing Pete. I still look for him whenever I open the door to the garage. I still reach for him when I wake up in the night. I probably will for quite some time. Years of habit are hard to break. He was a good cat. And he was totally a cat. And yes, I will figure out a way for him to appear in a book. Writers, write. Readers,what do you think Sade would like to call Titania? 😉