This sample continues with my prologue from Bonded in Exile. Hope you’re enjoying it. Thanks for reading and leaving your comments 🙂
With one powerful swoop of his wings, Rictor leapt up to a large branch of a Sycamore tree. The bark was smooth and dry beneath its heavy canopy of leaves. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the spine of the tree to rest and wait—wait for the water to rise. How long would it take? Hours? Days? How long for all of them to die and to kill those the water did not consume? This just feels wrong…
The patter of footsteps echoed in the distance, growing closer as the seconds passed. He arched an eyebrow, cracking open one eye. Who in the hell was disturbing him now? The sheen of rain couldn’t hide the beauty of the woman running toward him. Her long black hair hung in wet clumps, clinging to her rain-soaked shoulders. She was stunning—exquisite—terrified. What a waste.
The bitter almond scent of her fear wafted up to him as she ran by, reminding him of arsenic—poison. Well, that was certainly fitting. These creatures were as dangerous and toxic as poison. God knows, they’d corrupted enough of his kind. He closed his eyes again, choosing to ignore the woman as she scurried into the cave below his feet. Hate to break it to ya, Sweetheart, but that’s not gonna save ya.