I've been busy writing and I haven't religiously updated anything in my blog let alone fix my website! My website is still an ongoing project but I'll get there. Twenty-four hours isn't enough to juggle the day job, attending to my family so they don't think I'm ignoring them, and my writing. I hear Jupiter's got 35 hour days.
Maybe I should move there....;)
Blake's story has been a long time coming and there's a third left to write. I mean literally write because I do everything in long hand before I type it out on my laptop. I've tried several times to write directly but no can do. It's not different from a writer staring at a blank sheet of paper on the roller of a manual typewriter. But! I finally have something for all of you to read. Just a snippet in its raw and unadulterated form. So here goes:
“What’s it with you two? Did you somehow develop two strains of the same virus?”
“Stop scowling, Spence,” Blake muttered. “Nothing happened.”
“You’re a lousy liar.” Eirene crossed her arms over her chest. “Something happened. The binding glow was on her.”
Blake looked down at his own had and saw the same glow snaking around his skin.
He raked his hand through his already tousled hair. Having sex with Phoebe was one thing. Admitting what his gut told him even before anything happened between them was another. The translucent glow on his skin, no matter how thin or whether there were breaks in the binding cemented the truth that Phoebe belonged to him as he was to her. He looked at his friends and shook his head before walking away.
“Blake, wait up,” Finn called, but Blake continued to the parking lot. He looked up, squinting at the dark clouds that promised rain this time. Good. The sizzling on his skin wouldn’t be too bad. He hardly felt it now.
Blake halted and turned around, his eyes narrowing at Manchester’s second –in-command.
“There something you want to tell me?” Finn had his hands on his hips, his biceps bulging under his jacket, the sound of leather stretching. “You’re still one of us until you completely renounce your vow. You know that.”
Blake’s jaw clenched. “Eirene could always read me.”
Finn grinned before sobering. “She’s been worried about you. About all of us. Now she’s worried about your mate.”
“Phoebe’s not mine,” Blake stated flatly.
“Then why is your scent on her? Long before anything happened to you both and don’t deny it because her scent is on you,” Finn continued firmly. “I sensed the bend between you two. She was destined for you.”
“That can’t happen.”
“Why the bloody hell not?”
Blake nearly gawked at Finn. “Are you shitting me?”
“No,” Finn crossed his arms over his massive chest. “Tell me why this thing between you and Phoebe can’t happen. Is she bound to someone else? Is that it? Because it’s unusual for her to have that sheen if she was.”
“Not that I know of.”
“So what’s the problem?”
Blake looked away. The urge to tell Finn was as strong as his need to keep his origins secret.
“I don’t what to talk about that, but I have to talk to you about something else.
Finn’s lips straightened resolutely before relenting with a huge sigh.
“The Scatha know what the Honduras silver can do.” Blake watched the surprise flicker in Finns eyes before they turned cold. “They know about the Argenterum.”
Midnight's Paradox is coming soon!