Melynda Price

Six Sentence Sunday

This week is still continuing an excerpt from Bonded in Exile. Hope you’re enjoying it! Thanks for reading and posting your comments 🙂

“Silas,” Emily called after him, her voice hoarse, her throat, painfully raw. She took a step after him and came down on her lacerated heel, sending a sharp, burning pain racing up her leg–she yelped. Now that caught his attention, Silas froze mid-step and spun back around to face her. His eyes glowed like two purple fireflies in the darkness. His chest heaved with each breath—steam billowed from his nostrils like an enraged bull as he limped back into the cabin. “You’re bleeding,” they both said at the same time.

Six Sentence Sunday

I’m continuing this weeks’ six from Bonded in Exile, picking up where we left off last week. Riley just stabbed Silas and ran out of the cabin. Thanks for reading and leaving your comments 🙂

With an uncoordinated launch, Riley bolted out the door. Silas leapt to his feet, and attempted to run after him, but the dagger sticking out of his thigh slowed his progress–immensely. The whole side of his leg was soaked with blood; Emily could hear the squish, squish, of his boot with every hobbled step.

He glanced down and scowled, as if he was pissed off at his leg for not working right. She couldn’t believe it when he reached down and jerked the blade out of his thigh and tossed it on the ground; it landed with a clatter as he made another attempt to chase after Riley, but his leg still wouldn’t work.  “Fuuuck!” he snarled.

Six Sentence Sunday

This weeks six is a continuation of the fight scene between Silas and Riley from my novel Bonded in Exile. Thanks for reading and leaving your comments. Have a great day!

Silas slid his hand over Riley’s throat, pinning him to the ground and placed his other hand over Riley’s chest. The moment Silas made contact with him, the energy in the air suddenly began to crackle and the look of murderous rage in Riley’s eyes faltered–replaced with sheer terror as a white light began to glow from Silas’ palm. 

She watched in slow motion, which in real-time must have been all of two seconds, as Riley’s hand went to his ankle and with a swift upward thrust,  unsheathed a dagger and buried it into the side of Silas’s thigh. A scream tore from Emily’s throat, a snarled oath that sounded a lot like “motherfucker” flew out of Silas’. The light from his palm went out like a flame in the darkness and Riley scrambled out from underneath him, staggering for the door like a drunken sailor. His shoulder slammed into the door jamb as he reached out, to steady himself.