A brand new Bend-Bite-Shift Next Gen episode is coming soon. Are you ready for Black Blood? Whet your appetite with this #teasertuesday post:
Willoa huffed a breath, then turned on her heel and walked out of the room, her platinum hair sweeping in an arc behind her. He immediately followed.
“So, you’re a hero and a prince,” she commented over her shoulder, not stopping.
“I’m not a hero.”
She chuckled. “So just a prince then.”
He moved in beside her and matched her steps. “Hardly that, either.”
Putting her hands on her hips again, she stopped and rotated to look at him. “Is there some place to get some water around here?”
Jet raised one side of his mouth into a lopsided smile, then led her towards the huge kitchen. “Do you know about this place?” he asked her.
“Of course, I do. Everyone knows about Charlie’s Place.”
He shot her a glare. “Not so much in the faery realm, they don’t.”
“You’re the prince of the realm, so you would know.”
He grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge in the kitchen, handing her one then opening the other. He drank about half of it before sitting down at one of several tables in the room.
“I’m not a prince. Since you know so much, I’m sure you know I’m adopted. We all are,” he said, speaking of his sisters Lena and Nona. “And I’m certainly not in line for any throne, if there were one.” He paused for effect. “And there isn’t.”
That was true, there was no throne. Centuries ago, sirens had been the royal class in the faery realm, but then the Women launched a campaign to kill all of their kind. His mother was the missing link, the last of a line believed to be long extinct. After the realm was freed from the tyranny of the Women during the fae revolution, she’d been elected as ruler of the realm.
But she didn’t consider herself a queen, even if her people called her that. She’d encouraged the people to devise a constitution and an elected counsel to help her to oversee the realm so that none of the control would ever again be held by only one or even a small group of fae.
“So, who is in line?”
“Not me. Maybe my older sister, Lena, if the fae choose her. Speaking of the fae, why don’t you know any of this? You’re fae.”
She shrugged, sitting down and fingering the rim of her water bottle. “I didn’t grow up there. I spent most of my time with my aunt Tedra in the human realm. It’s a long story.”
That made sense. His mother knew almost of all of her people in the realm. She’d immediately recognized Cassie, referring to her parents by name, but she’d said nothing of Willoa.
“We have time,” he said, eager to learn anything he could about her.
She lowered her eyes and frowned. “Do you think Cassie will be okay?”
He pursed his lips, waiting for her to look at him again. After a few seconds, she raised her green eyes, and he was afraid if he wasn’t careful he could get lost in that gaze. “If Langston says she’ll recover, she will.”
“You trust him.”
“Everyone trusts him. You can trust him.”
“So.” She took a drink, then leaned back in her seat. “You’re a vampire hunter? Or a vampire hunter trainee?”
“Ha! As of tonight, I’m hoping to graduate to full vampire hunter.”
“There aren’t many dhampir out there. How did you become one?”
“There you two are,” Nicky interrupted, coming into the kitchen, his jacket removed now and draped over his arm. “I’m hitting the sack shortly. Langston said Cassie should rest tonight, but you can come back tomorrow if you’d like to see her.”
“I, ummm . . .” She hesitated. “Sure. I probably need to go check on Paul. He’ll be freaking out about Cassie. Not sure how I’ll explain it.”
“Don’t worry about that,” Nicky told her. “We’ve sent operatives in there to clean up the scene and wipe their memories. They’ll probably just think she and her boyfriend slipped out during the party.”
Jet could see Willoa was surprised by that, but she stood and slipped her hands into her back pockets. “Oh, okay.”
He watched her start towards the door then she paused about midway. “Could you give us just a minute?”
“Not sure about that,” Nicky said with a serious expression. “I mean, I’m his teacher so I think I should hear what you have to say.”
Snorting a laugh, Jet got out of his chair. “I think I can handle this without you, O wise one.”
When Nicky was gone, his chuckles echoing down the hallway, Willoa pivoted on her toe and faced Jet. “I have a favor to ask.”
“Anything.” He meant it. He was so enamored with her that he thought there was nothing she might ask that he wouldn’t be willing to do.
“Teach me to fight with a blade. And to hunt and kill vampires.”
“Is that all?” he said with a wry smile.
“Also… give me some of your blood.”
So be sure to get caught up on all of the Bend-Bite-Shift books before this next one releases… and if you haven’t started the series, you’re in luck! Book one is just #99cents! ——-> WITCH WAY BENDS