Snippet from The Power of Conviction (The Light of Darkness, book 1)
Edric remained silent, running his arm across his forehead, removing sweat. His shirt was already covered in blood, so adding a few more stains didn’t matter. Bending down, he continued to flay the animal with practised ease. As he pushed the blade deeper, he could feel Vixen’s eyes upon him, prompting him to stand back up. He clenched the handle of his knife, meeting her gaze. “What?” he hissed.
She gestured at his head. “Have you cut your hair?”
His eyes narrowed. “Why do you care?”
“Oh, nothing. I just noticed.” Vixen walked around the table, scrutinising the stag. “I only meant to remind you of our dance. I believe the Harvest Festival would be a good time for it, so I’ve ordered a new dress for the occasion. I visited with the tailor’s today.”
Grabbing the legs of the stag, Edric turned it over. “I was hoping you’d forgotten about that,” he muttered.
“Forgotten?” Vixen gasped, hand to her chest. “Are you crazy? I can barely wait!” Her grin bloomed wide. “Anyway, I will leave you to it then. Your… tenderising.” She bowed, then strolled down the road, heading west.
Watching her leave, Edric merely shook his head.
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