Here is a short and sweet teaser scene I think you might particularly enjoy. Oh, Kyla, when will you stop getting yourself into trouble?
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Kyla’s feet pounded against the road in a frantic rhythm, matching with her heart and the throbbing in her head. She knew she’d lost too much blood. She could feel it dripping down her back as she ran, but she was determined to make it home before she lost enough to pass out.
Everything spun around her in a disoriented blur, and she was halfway convinced that nothing in the past five minutes had really happened the way her mind was telling her it had. Then, just as she ran past the green Falcon’s Rest road sign, she was jolted at the sound of a voice shouting behind her.
“Kyla!”
She screamed and spun around in a panic, not knowing what she would find and not having the coherency to imagine it. But when she saw the blonde-haired boy tearing down the street toward her at full speed, Kyla instantly felt equal waves of terror and relief.
He sprinted over to her much quicker than she knew he should have been able to. Grabbing her just as her knees gave out, Kyla collapsed involuntarily into his arms, yelping in pain when her back fell against his chest. She saw Nathaniel’s eyes grow wide when he pulled away from her carefully and turned her so he could look at it. By his silence, she could tell what he was thinking…and by the blood that was left on his shirt when he pulled away. But she wasn’t concerned with that right now.
“Are you okay?” she blurted out frantically.
Her excessive bleeding obviously worried her, but at the moment it wasn’t her primary concern. Her thoughts were still set on the nightmarish wrestling match she’d just witnessed on Majestic Parkway, and this mysterious boy who had thrown himself into harm’s way in order to save her from that sick, demented man.
A man he appeared to know…
Without even knowing what she was doing, Kyla started to ramble out a string of questions she was far too dizzy and emotionally raw to articulate.
Nathaniel didn’t answer a single one except the monotone, “I’m fine,” he gave her before he lifted her in his arms.
It sent a shock of pain through her body when he held her like that, but Kyla was far too weak and confused to work her way out of his grip. He carried her up the street without a word, and though she wasn’t conscious enough to see where they were going, she did take notice of the enormous castle-looking home that he brought her to the front door of at the top of Falcon’s Rest.
“Where…” she tried to ask him.
Nathaniel didn’t let her finish the question. “Shh…I have to get you inside. Try not to talk.”
Kyla didn’t understand where they were or what had happened or why she was being carried into this mansion of a home, but she didn’t ask him again. Instead she clung to Nathaniel’s chest and told herself this was all a dream. It had to be.
Things this crazy didn’t happen to her anymore.
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Kyla’s feet pounded against the road in a frantic rhythm, matching with her heart and the throbbing in her head. She knew she’d lost too much blood. She could feel it dripping down her back as she ran, but she was determined to make it home before she lost enough to pass out.
Everything spun around her in a disoriented blur, and she was halfway convinced that nothing in the past five minutes had really happened the way her mind was telling her it had. Then, just as she ran past the green Falcon’s Rest road sign, she was jolted at the sound of a voice shouting behind her.
“Kyla!”
She screamed and spun around in a panic, not knowing what she would find and not having the coherency to imagine it. But when she saw the blonde-haired boy tearing down the street toward her at full speed, Kyla instantly felt equal waves of terror and relief.
He sprinted over to her much quicker than she knew he should have been able to. Grabbing her just as her knees gave out, Kyla collapsed involuntarily into his arms, yelping in pain when her back fell against his chest. She saw Nathaniel’s eyes grow wide when he pulled away from her carefully and turned her so he could look at it. By his silence, she could tell what he was thinking…and by the blood that was left on his shirt when he pulled away. But she wasn’t concerned with that right now.
“Are you okay?” she blurted out frantically.
Her excessive bleeding obviously worried her, but at the moment it wasn’t her primary concern. Her thoughts were still set on the nightmarish wrestling match she’d just witnessed on Majestic Parkway, and this mysterious boy who had thrown himself into harm’s way in order to save her from that sick, demented man.
A man he appeared to know…
Without even knowing what she was doing, Kyla started to ramble out a string of questions she was far too dizzy and emotionally raw to articulate.
Nathaniel didn’t answer a single one except the monotone, “I’m fine,” he gave her before he lifted her in his arms.
It sent a shock of pain through her body when he held her like that, but Kyla was far too weak and confused to work her way out of his grip. He carried her up the street without a word, and though she wasn’t conscious enough to see where they were going, she did take notice of the enormous castle-looking home that he brought her to the front door of at the top of Falcon’s Rest.
“Where…” she tried to ask him.
Nathaniel didn’t let her finish the question. “Shh…I have to get you inside. Try not to talk.”
Kyla didn’t understand where they were or what had happened or why she was being carried into this mansion of a home, but she didn’t ask him again. Instead she clung to Nathaniel’s chest and told herself this was all a dream. It had to be.
Things this crazy didn’t happen to her anymore.
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