Wrath is out to the beta readers right now, but I've already started another round of edits. Almost to the end of the process. Meep! I'm anxious about the betas' feedback, especially for the end, so it's a little hard to focus. What better way to distract myself than to share a tease? *grin* Next Friday, you'll be able to read the whole thing! Yay!
So here's your Teaser Tuesday:
Vanessa and Victor both jumped when I appeared right next to
them at the top of the Sanibel lighthouse, on a landing below the light itself.
The vamps weren’t used to being snuck up on.
“How the hell . . . ?” Victor wondered.
“I warned you,” Vanessa sneered, but I didn’t care who she
warned or what about. I’d deal with her later.
I lunged for Victor, knocking him against the metal railing
that kept us both from plunging nine stories to the ground below. His back
bowed over the railing as the tip of my silver dagger pushed into the skin
above his heart. Amadis power flowed through the weapon while electricity
charged from my other hand. I kept both powers at moderate levels only because
I needed information before I killed him.
“Where’s my son?” I demanded, practically spitting each word
in his face.
His mouth contorted, stretching scars that marked his
normally smooth and pale skin.
“I don’t know,” he hissed as his ice-blue eyes darted around
nervously.
“Liar,” I seethed.
I dug the point of the dagger further into his skin. He let out a small yelp.
“But if you really don’t know, I have no reason to keep you alive.”
“Give me that f*&^%ing dog of yours and maybe I’ll tell ya,”
Victor said, throwing me off guard a little. He must have seen the flicker of
confusion in my eyes. “Look what she did to me!”
His arms twitched at his side, drawing the moon’s glow to
scars all over his arms, too.
“You were in the safe
house,” I said, and anger rushed forth again as the vision of him fighting
Sasha filled my mind. I increased the current through my hand, electricity
crackling between us accompanied by the sound and smell of singeing skin. “TELL
ME WHERE HE IS!”
Victor began to tremble, and I pushed the dagger in deeper.
The electric power charged through his body and into the railing. Vanessa
jumped back with a small whimper—she must have been touching the metal railing
that now carried the current.
“Alexis,” Vanessa said quietly from behind me,
“he’s our brother.”
