Welcome to this week’s Six Sentence Sunday post! (Visit the other fab writers here.) I continue to post from Blowing Embers, the second chapter in The Embers Series, a paranormal romance/epic fantasy, set to be released this summer.
Last week Kiera, en route to her apartments with two precious bottles of her favorite wine, stumbled into the middle of a fight between a shapeshifter and a mid-level mage. A blow she didn't see coming knocked her down. After a tussle with a shifter, she’s righted the wrongs and made her way to the manse, where she’d hoped to sneak back to her apartments and change before a grand dinner. Unfortunately for our heroine, however, a naughty ex-beau finds her as she walks in the door . . .
“My lady Kiera,” Chanda smiled, and kissed her hand as regally as if she didn’t have spatters of blood coloring her face, an eye that had nearly swollen shut, and a broken bottle clasped tightly in her other fist.
And still it took every ounce of self control she could summon not to peel his hand off hers. She had expected to feel rage, and maybe fear when she next saw him, but instead simple embarrassment wrapped her tightly inside a shawl of unease. In lieu of reacting, she hoped anyway, she pasted on her most meaningless smile. “Chanda.”
His eyes crinkled as he smiled, and she wondered whether his heart held humor at her appearance, or something more malignant.