Welcome to this week’s Six Sentence Sunday post! (Visit the other wonderful writers here.) I continue to post from Blowing Embers, the second chapter in The Embers Series, a paranormal romance/epic fantasy, just released July 1st – woo hoo!
Today’s snip follows pretty closely from where we left off last time, but for those who haven't been following, here's the background:
After the day’s training, Kiera, the heroine, and co-ruler of the city, made her own way back to the manse. Along her way, she stumbled upon a fight, and got smacked upside the head while breaking it up. Chagrined, she tried to sneak inside to clean up, but guests found her. After making excuses, she climbed the stairs and slipped into her apartment, hoping (beyond hope) to avoid Laszlo, her lover, and the leader of the city’s militia. He has found her, however, and took her bruised face as badly as she feared. (The prior sentences are here - and note that I skipped a few sentences between those and these because they would seem confusing without more background.)
“No, no - I’m fine - really. I’d like something to eat.” The wet, reasonably cool cloth had taken some of the swelling from her eye, and she’d washed the spatters of blood from her face and changed her dress. “Do you think I look all right to go down?”
He let a smile rise and linger. “No, a’kala. . .”
You know - I must write a lot about blood, because every other search at dreamstime is for "blood." LOL.