Dark Waters (Celtic Legacy Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
A tingle of awareness tickled along the edge of my skin. A soft intake of breath was all I heard before a body glided forward in the moonlit night. I sat up and scrambled away from the figure, my mind still foggy with sleep. “Get out of here!” I yelled, an image of the Fomorii coming for his lopped off appendages filling my mind. Damn, where was my knife? It slid into my hand as if beckoned, and I gripped the handle, not even questioning the how of it. The lights flicked on, though they were muted as if the power was low. A tall figure stood at the foot of my bed, a dark cape shrouding him from head to foot. I caught the flash of his violet tinged eyes as he tipped his head. “Bres, what the hell are you doing here?” I said, my fear quickly turning to anger as I lowered my knife. How had he gotten in anyway? The dim light illuminated his face, and I realized my mistake. It wasn’t Bres. The stranger lifted his hand and pointed a finger at me. I froze, suddenly unable to move. He took two strides and, before I could even attempt get out of his way, he had me pinned up against the wall.
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