The First Page of Hidden Huntress

The manuscript is not final, so this is still subject to change!!

Chapter 1
Cécile

My voice faded into silence, though the memory of it seemed to haunt the theatre as I slumped gracefully, trusting that Julian would catch me, however much he might not want to. The stage was smooth and cool against my cheek, a blessed relief against the heat of hundreds of bodies packed into one place. I tried to breathe shallowly, ignoring the stench of too much perfume and far too few baths as I feigned death. Julian's voice replaced mine, and his lament echoed across my ears and through the theatre, but I only half-listened, my attention drifting away to fix on the all too real sorrow of another. One far out of reach.

The audience erupted into cheers. "Bravo!" someone shouted, and I almost smiled when a falling flower brushed against my cheek. The curtain hit the stage floor, and I reluctantly opened my eyes, the red velvet of the curtains pulling me back into an unwelcome reality.

"You seem distracted tonight," Julian said, hauling me unceremoniously to my feet. "And about as emotive as my left boot. She won't be best pleased, you know."

"I know," I muttered, smoothing my costume into place. "I had a late night."

"Shocking.” Julian rolled his eyes. "It’s tiring work ingratiating yourself with every rich man in the city." He took my hand again, nodded at the crew, and we both plastered smiles on our faces as the curtain rose again. "Cécile! Cécile!" the audience shouted. Waving blindly, I blew a kiss to the sea of uniform faces before dropping into a deep curtsey. We stepped back to let the rest of the cast take their bows before coming forward again. Julian dropped to one knee and kissed my gloved fingers to the roaring approval of the crowd, and then the curtain dropped for the final time.