All I could make out were trees. Hundreds of them towered around us in the darkness. The limbs looked like long fingers ready to pluck us off the ground. The forest was quiet, almost too quiet. Dagger scanned the area and pulled me close. His grip further tightened when a twig snapped in the eerie silence. “Show yourself,” Dagger growled. A faint chuckle carried across a gentle breeze. Julie huffed out a muted comment at Dagger, before she stepped forward to speak. “Geez, Edge, what’s with all the drama?” At once, night turned into day. I blinked from the sudden shift. I figured Dagger would let go of me so I could breathe, but it made him hold on a little tighter. I fidgeted, but he wouldn’t release me. I blinked a few more times and chased the white dots from my vision. Before me stood a dark cloaked figure, the hood pulled low to cover his face. “My apologies, it’s not often I have visitors coming unannounced.” His sarcasm could be sopped up with a paper towel. Julie gestured to Dagger and I. “It was a last minute decision, trust me.” “Ah, Dagger, I’d say it’s good to see you, but…” Edge pulled the cloak off and let it fall to the ground. “How long has it been?” My breath caught in my throat and my pulse fluttered. Edge’s lithe body was encased in all black. His face, chiseled, like a statue come to life. His onyx black hair, straight with a gleam of blue from the sunlight. Silky strands swept down over his brow to almost cover his steel grey eyes. “Not long enough, Aldrige,” Dagger growled. “Can’t even call me by my first name? You’re still holding a grudge I see.” The haughtiness left his voice taking the odd way he’d been talking with it. He zeroed in on me and I felt my heart flutter. His lip curled at the corners like he knew what his presence did to me. His gaze, almost magnetic, felt like it could pull me to his side. “Who do we have here?” He took a step towards me. A tingle broke out over my skin and I bit my cheek to stop the gasp that threatened to break free. Dagger pulled me back a step. I tried again to shake Dagger loose. “You’re hurting me.” He relaxed his arms enough for me to take a deep breath. Julie scowled at us. “We need a place to stay,” she told Edge. “I’m booked, sorry.” His lips lifted in a smirk. His eyes darted to Julie and came back to rest on me. “Listen, you over dramatized Batman, we have no other choice. We barely escaped from West End House and we have to figure out where the next best place to hide her is.” Julie’s thumb jerked towards me in emphasis. “Mmhmm, and you thought you’d use my house to figure all this out? Unless I’ve been told otherwise, my house is not a ‘safe house’ for your kind,” he sneered. “Our kind?” I wasn’t sure what that meant. If he wasn’t of ‘our kind’, what was he? “He’s a Triad plant,” Dagger said.
Sonya Loveday, first and foremost is a reader, an avid one. It is of that love that brought her to the realization that this was the answer to the nagging persistent feeling that ‘there’s got to be something more’. The dream came alive in 2009 when she purchased her laptop and began the tedious step of becoming a published author. When she’s not reading, she’s writing. When she’s not writing, she’s reading. And when she’s not doing either of those things she’s sleeping, shuttling her children back and forth to school, letting the dogs and cats in and out of the house for the umpteenth time in the last hour and dreaming of a clean house.