Contrary to what people might think, I didn’t forget about Snippet Saturday! I just…put it off for a little too long? I’ve had a busy week, not the least of which was making the decision to begin releasing the serials again, so have been editing, figuring out cover art, and various other life decisions (like, w00t, finding a house!). There hasn’t been as much new writing as I would have liked, but I hope what I have is juicy enough to make up for the otherwise lack of content!
From the AHW6 bonus story:
Lucy. He couldn’t even say her name without gasping for breath. All he wanted to do was tear apart the car, make it give up its secrets, but that would do no good. Impotent rage beat through him; there was nothing he could do until he knew more. His men were good – he wouldn’t hire anything less than the best – but they needed time and even another minute was too much.
Every decision of the day came crashing down on him at once. How he’d left Lucy alone in his bedroom; ignoring the calls to his phone; being so arrogant as to believe the danger was past. He was a coward, running from three little words. Now look what his stupidity had wrought.
Lucy. He could still smell her on his skin. She’d given her trust, shyly admitted her true feelings for him, and he’d thrown her to the wolves. God…
He couldn’t breathe. While his men were focused on the limo, Jeremiah moved around the far side and struggled for control. Forcing himself to take deep breaths, he clung to the door handle, leaning his forehead against the window. His fists tightened as he sucked in air, the wrenching emotion in his gut almost too much to bear. Her face filled his vision; those big blue eyes radiating a confidence in his character Jeremiah never even realized he needed. Gone. All gone.
“What are you doing in my room?” I demanded as I moved into the large living room.
Lucas raised a glass to me. “You have a bigger suite than ours,” he said lightly, gracing me with a trademark grin.
I rolled my eyes, not in the mood to deal with either man. “You two can head to your own rooms,” I snapped, folding my arms. “I need to take a shower and change clothes.”
“Great, I’ll join you.”
I couldn’t do anything more than stare in shock, but Jeremiah stopped pacing at his brother’s glib statement. “Loki,” he growled, clenching his fists.
“You know, I can always tell when you’re angry,” Lucas said, pointing at his brother. “It becomes ‘Loki this’ or ‘Loki that’, which I think translates to ‘I want to wring your neck.’ No, seriously, tell me I’m wrong.”
My hand smacked across Jeremiah’s face, stopping whatever he was about to say. The blow startled him; Jeremiah blinked down at me a few times before releasing my arms. “Do you feel better now?” he said, lips pursing into a thin line.
My slap had been from a bad angle, with barely any force behind it. The callous disregard in his tone fired me up again. “No,” I answered, and, balling up my fist, I threw my arm into a hook, landing right in his jaw.