Happy Sunday everyone! It appears autumn turned its back for a few days and summer came sneaking back in. Temps are going to be in the high nineties all day. Ew. I love summer, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t appreciate it barging back in when it’s supposed to be fall. Since I can’t control the weather, I will instead get on with this post.
We are back with another snippet from Unveiled, the first book in my Raven Daughter series which is available in ebook, audio, and paperback. I only have a few more that I’m going to do with from this book.
We’ve jumped ahead again. Jo and Caius back on their journey and things are once again, not quite going to plan.
A chest, inside an iron cage, rested on a short, sunken pedestal in the middle of the space. I stared at it. “I’m guessing the key is in the chest?”
“I would assume so.” Caius shrugged.
I approached the caged chest, a flush of goose pimples covering my skin from another sudden drop in temperature. Was there some specific reason it had to be so damn cold? A small circle of iron made a hole in the middle of the cage. Inside that was a handle.
Caius and I examined the cage from several angles. “It looks like it should open if I reach in and twist the handle,” I said.
He nodded. “Looks that way.”
I bent and slipped my hand through the hole, grasped the frozen handle and twisted it to the side. Glowing runes appeared on the cage. A loud click echoed through the room and a silver band closed around my wrist like a vice. I cried out as pain shot through my hand and arm.
Caius appeared at my side. Grasping the bars of the cage, he tried to pull it apart. The iron didn’t give so much as an inch. As if it reacted to Caius trying to break the cage, the manacle closed tighter, drawing another cry from me. Blood oozed around my wrist as the metal cut through my skin.
“Caius, stop! It’s cutting me!” I struggled to remain calm. It wasn’t working too well, but blind panic wasn’t going to help either.
Releasing the cage, Caius stepped back, his expression unreadable. A glance at his wrist showed a ring of bloodied skin around it. I bleed, he bleeds. Somehow that thought calmed me down, even if his skin wasn’t as maimed as mine.
My wrist started to burn like a brand had been set to it. Instinctively, I tried to jerk away, the band dug into my skin. “It burns! Why does it burn?”
Caius’s large hand closed over my forearm, his voice grim when he said, “It’s the silver.”
“Silver has never burned before.”
“You’ve never had demon blood in your system before.”
Startled I looked up at him. To my surprise, he looked genuinely sorry for my plight. He stepped back then circled me and the cage before turning to examine the walls. I tried to flex my hand and winced.
“Don’t move,” Caius said without taking his eyes off the walls.
Blinking back tears, I looked around and realized for the first time there were now runes cut into the stone of the walls. About four feet off the ground, a wide area of small square stones, each with a rune cut into it, made a large pattern on the wall across from me.
Caius circled the room three times, reading the other runes. Just as he paused again in front of the last set, the stone tile I stood on dropped a couple of feet. I bit back a scream as the silver band dug into my wrist and terror gripped me.
Caius spun, his eyes narrowed as he stared at the floor beneath me. He turned back to the walls, his gaze sweeping across the runes. “We’re running out of time.”
“What?” I panted past the burning in my wrist and the sensation of needles in my hand from the restricted blood flow.
“The runes are a puzzle. Nadia said we would need to work together. Now I see why.” He motioned to the walls. “These runes weren’t here until the cage cut into your wrist. Into both our wrists. This place was making sure we are bound. Now it’s making sure we both want the same thing.”
“Fascinating,” I gasped as tears leaked down my face. “How is it going to make sure we both want the same thing?”
Caius looked at me then, his troubled eyes glowing slightly. “It’s going to try to kill you.”
“What?” I shrieked. “Why?”
“If I’m willing to let you die, then we don’t want the same thing.”
The floor under me abruptly dropped again. I screamed and grabbed the iron bars of the cage with my left hand, unable to keep the terror at bay. Did we want the same thing? Or was he ready to throw in the towel and deal with the pain of a broken bond?
Unable to look at him, I drew in a shuddering breath and said as calmly as I could, “I’m not ready to die, Caius. Please.”
He strode across the room and took my chin in a firm grip, forcing me to look into the liquid gold of his eyes. “I am not going to let you die.”
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I’m Jo and the death of my mother revealed a whole lot of secrets she was keeping. Like the fact that my sperm-donor father was a freaking angel who couldn’t keep it in his pants and slept with a woman he should never have been with. Or the fact I’m not mortal and would one day be a reaper of souls.
Reaping souls, now there is something I never dreamed I would do, but here I am doing just that. Or at least I was, until souls started becoming Lost. And that’s when things went south.
When I stupidly agreed to help discover what was causing the Lost without reading the fine print first. Now a lot of immortals would like to see me dead because of what I might become. To top it off, I ended up blood bound to a powerful half-demon who is supposed to be a reaper’s sworn enemy. Funny thing is he may be the only one I can trust.
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