Book 3 Snippet
Hello everyone! You are probably itching to read the snippet of Book 3 I have been promising. It might be a little late, but here it is! I hope you enjoy it!
The little hairs at the nape of my neck stood on end. I had the sudden feeling that something was not right. I stood still a moment and felt eyes watching me. I knew it wasn’t my mind playing tricks on me. There is no other feeling in the world that comes close to the creepy feeling you get when someone is watching you.
I turned slowly and saw one of the three humans who had hurried past me now twenty feet away. He was studying me with keen interest. The other two humans, a woman and a man were farther down the street.
The man watching me was about six feet tall, unusually tall, especially for around here. He was wearing a hat, but I could tell he had dark hair, deep brown or maybe black. I had never seen him before in my life. However, I stared at him uneasily. Something about him scared me to the very core of my being and it had nothing to do with the stakes I now see he carried. Yes, he was a Hunter, which meant the other two were as well . . . but that wasn’t what frightened me. For some reason he reminded me of my dead husband and he wasn’t looking at me the way a hunter would look at prey. It was something else entirely. But what it was, I didn’t know.
“Stefan, che cosa sono voi che fate?! Andiamo; altro quello sta andando via!” the woman shouted in Italian, sounding exasperated.
The Hunter, Stefan, glanced towards them. Their companion continued, “Donna è giusta. Dovremmo continuare con il piano. Potete sempre ottenere questo successivamente..”
I eyed the Hunters warily. The Hunter closest to me, the one they called Stefan, appeared to have deviated from a plan they had been following. Why?
He looked back at me with a half-smile. “Juliana,” he muttered and headed towards the other two Hunters.
The unexpected use of my full name jerked me out of the strange paralysis that had engulfed me. Blind fear made me spin back around and race towards the house, without stopping to ponder how he had known my full name, or the more curious fact that he had said it in English.
The little hairs at the nape of my neck stood on end. I had the sudden feeling that something was not right. I stood still a moment and felt eyes watching me. I knew it wasn’t my mind playing tricks on me. There is no other feeling in the world that comes close to the creepy feeling you get when someone is watching you.
I turned slowly and saw one of the three humans who had hurried past me now twenty feet away. He was studying me with keen interest. The other two humans, a woman and a man were farther down the street.
The man watching me was about six feet tall, unusually tall, especially for around here. He was wearing a hat, but I could tell he had dark hair, deep brown or maybe black. I had never seen him before in my life. However, I stared at him uneasily. Something about him scared me to the very core of my being and it had nothing to do with the stakes I now see he carried. Yes, he was a Hunter, which meant the other two were as well . . . but that wasn’t what frightened me. For some reason he reminded me of my dead husband and he wasn’t looking at me the way a hunter would look at prey. It was something else entirely. But what it was, I didn’t know.
“Stefan, che cosa sono voi che fate?! Andiamo; altro quello sta andando via!” the woman shouted in Italian, sounding exasperated.
The Hunter, Stefan, glanced towards them. Their companion continued, “Donna è giusta. Dovremmo continuare con il piano. Potete sempre ottenere questo successivamente..”
I eyed the Hunters warily. The Hunter closest to me, the one they called Stefan, appeared to have deviated from a plan they had been following. Why?
He looked back at me with a half-smile. “Juliana,” he muttered and headed towards the other two Hunters.
The unexpected use of my full name jerked me out of the strange paralysis that had engulfed me. Blind fear made me spin back around and race towards the house, without stopping to ponder how he had known my full name, or the more curious fact that he had said it in English.
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