Happy holidays! As a treat I’m sharing the opening of my debut novel. Hope you enjoy. 🙂
Trusting her visceral senses Alicia dropped from her mattress and stumbled towards the hallway. A terrorised scream shot out of the darkness. Her chest lurched, setting her heart into a rapid tempo that pounded in her eardrums. She wanted to hide but an inexplicable instinct told her to flee. Her fingers fumbled against the door, searching for the latch. Footsteps stampeded past her room. She waited for the steps to recede before lifting the metal catch. Light burst into her room, clawing at her vision. She placed her palms flat to the wall. It stole the warmth from her finger tips as she followed the curve towards the courtroom.
This brightness faded bringing the back of Balthazar into focus. Shock hit her with the force of a whipping tornado. The victim grunted and struggled to no avail against the thin band of Balthazar’s arm. A knife glinted, reflecting the freighted stare of his victim. Balthazar’s elbow jerked backwards, causing an arc of blood to spray over the blue crystal. Red, so much red. His tall, slim build inexplicably no match for the stocky guard. Frozen she watched. Balthazar released the gurgling man and wiped the blade across his sleeve, tarnishing the blue uniform of his alliance. He stepped over the flaying body. With a confidence she’d never witnessed in him before. Balthazar slid his hand over his head to his nape, slicking the dirty, blonde strands in place. Unaware or uncaring of her proximity he moved onto his next target.