I'd like to welcome Abra Ebner here today. This is one author that I have been wanting to read ever since I heard about her! Today's tour post features an excerpt from Knight Angels: Book of Revenge. To learn more about the author and her works, you can visit her website here. You can also follow along with the rest of the tour here.
I woke in the dark of my room. “Wes?”
No one answered me.
I threw the coverlet off of me, sweat coating my body. My stomach growled with hunger after skipping dinner, and as hard as I tried to remember how I got home, I couldn’t.
Sitting up, I felt weak, drained—craving. Not only was I hot, but my room was humid, a strange thing for Colorado. I slowly stood and walked to the window, pulling the blinds and cranking it open. I let the cool night air stream in and across my face. Sighing with tired eyes, I thought I was seeing things as a shadow moved outside, ducking behind the bend of the house. My brows pressed together, squinting in the direction but seeing nothing. A dreadful shiver broke across my skin, making me think of Greg. I leaned further out the window, trying to crane my neck around the corner, trying to convince myself that what I’d seen was nothing, perhaps just the cat.
I jumped, my grip slipping from the window frame. A firm hand grabbed me just before I tumbled forward out the window, pulling me back in. I thrashed against the contact, nearly screaming before another hand clasped over my mouth. His skin was cold and sizzling, like ice thrown on a fire. He let go once I was safely rooted back inside the room. I spun to face the intruder.
“Emily, it’s just me.” Max loomed over me in the dark, hands in the air. His palms were blistered from touching me.
“What just happened?” I demanded.
Max’s hands healed before my eyes. He dropped them. “The lingering snake venom in your blood. It does that.”
“What are you doing here?” I hissed, shrugging away the chill of that feeling against my skin.
He knelt to my level to whisper. “I just heard you open the window. I wanted to make sure you were alright.”
“I’m fine,” I crossed my arms over my chest, remembering that I didn’t have much more than a t-shirt on. “You’re supposed to be watching Jane, not me.”
Max grinned. “You’re a part of Jane. So I watch you, too.” He said it in a very obsessive fashion.
I snorted. “It’s all you think of, seriously. Get a hobby. Jane, Jane, Jane,” I mocked. His mind was all about it since the first day I’d seen him.
Max shrugged and turned away from me, not giving into my attempts to fight. “Goodnight, Emily.”
Just as quickly as he had appeared he was gone, a shadowy smoke dissipating in the air he once occupied.
The room had cooled now, so I shut the window, being sure to fasten the lock. I glanced once more outside by the corner of the house; there was nothing there. I gave up and climbed back in bed, twisting under the covers to get comfortable. Resting on my side, I noticed that the stuffed animals that once sat in the chair across the room had been rearranged onto the floor. They sat in a semicircle, perfectly placed, but not by me. I lifted my head from the pillow, my heart jumping. The chair they were once in was empty, but a part of me believed it hadn’t been that way long. I swallowed, slowly crawling back out of bed and approaching the chair, warily keeping an eye on the stuffed animals at my feet. I pressed my hand against the fabric of the seat—it was cold, too cold…
© Copyright by Abra Ebner
Now, doesn't that make you want to pick up the book as soon as possible? It sounds so good! Thank you, Abra, for being here today and for allowing me to post this excerpt for you!