Excerpt Monday

Excerpt Monday

I’m currently writing three books and I have another I’m editing. Poisoned Message and Bad Wolf Hunting already had their time in the limelight, so let’s give Bound by Fae a moment on center stage. Those who follow my books will be pleased to know Markus is the main character for this book.

Seraphina sidled up to him, and ran her fingers through his hair. “Mm, you are gorgeous, aren’t you? I’ll enjoy working with you.”

He stared in her dark purple eyes, assessing her. She wanted to push him, break him and crow over his bleeding remains. Good luck with that. He’d already had several hard knocks thanks to his flawed genetics. A faery wouldn’t destroy him.

A smile stretched his lips, one as cruel and bloodthirsty as any Fae. “It’ll be a pleasure working with you, creature. I’d suggest you keep your hands to yourself if you don’t want to lose them.”

Laughing, she danced away from him. “Oh, I like you. I think this will be a very interesting relationship.”

“When do we begin?” he asked.

He flicked his gaze to his mother, and she mouthed, “I’m sorry.”

What had it cost her to approach this faery and garner her assistance? They never worked without a price, usually one steep and bloody, and rarely worth the pain.

“Immediately, lover.” Seraphina brought her hand up, and a tiny sphere of lightning danced on her palm. With a wicked grin, she tossed it at him. The sphere expanded until it was large enough to encase him. Lightning danced while it surrounded him. He reached out, and a low shock vibrated through his body.

“Damn it!” he cursed, swiftly drawing his hand back. He resisted the urge to suck on the injured digit. “Let me out, creature.”

“Now where’s the fun in that?” she pouted, a malicious glint in her eyes. “Figure out how to dismantle it. If you don’t, then you belong to me.”

“This wasn’t part of the bargain,” Violante objected, raising a hand to dispel the magic.

Seraphina sliced her hand in the air, releasing threads of energy towards Violante. Markus had a twinge of worry, momentarily forgetting that his mother never went without shielding. The threads harmlessly slid off her. However, it distracted her from Markus’ predicament.

Aware his mother could handle this devious faery, he studied the trap around him. It wasn’t mage magic, but Fae magic. The two could interact, but were different. Mages drew their energy from within, shaping it into the desired results. They were as strong as their inner magic allowed them to be.

Fae, however, drew their magic from the world, from the energy within every living creature, be it animals, plants, or other sentient beings. They created glamours nearly indistinguishable from the real thing. Seraphina had no way of creating true lightning within his living room. An illusion and nothing more.

Except illusions could still cause pain. Believing them out of existence, while a pretty fantasy, didn’t work. He had to unravel it, break the glamour itself, which meant figuring out how she’d created it. Markus closed his eyes and allowed the magic to wash over him. His senses opened to their fullest, including his inner sight.

With a faint sense of dread, he slowly peeled apart his eyelids. A brilliant wash of colours greeted him, swirling around and flashing in time with the lightening. Jagged streaks of blue pulsed, dark and heavy near the top of the magical sphere, light and airy near the bottom.

Ignoring his mother and the faery’s spell battle, he studied the cage. There had to be a beginning to it, a point where it all started. He crouched low, a tiny shift in colour catching his attention. Heedless of the indignity, Markus pressed his cheek against the floor, now eye-level with the miniscule opening.

Unsure of his next move, he let instinct guide him. Markus pushed his forefinger into the magical lock, and gave himself over to the other magic. Sluggish and unfamiliar, the energy trickled into him before it poured out of him. A loud crackle of lightening was followed by a huge boom of thunder which shook the walls.

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