You do realize that it is now February right? Which means that Dawn of Ash is a mere 21 days away… which means we are only 21 days away from discovering what happens next to all of our crazy friends in Imdalind.
What? That level of excitement doesn’t quite fit? Kay… let’s try again.
Better? I thought so.
So, with Dawn of Ash coming so soon, its probably time to kick it into high gear with more crazy teasers, and contests and everything! So make sure you are following me on social media, and if you haven’t pre-ordered your copy yet – do it now! You don’t want to miss what comes with that crazy little purchase!
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But until then – here is your teaser for today. I hope you enjoy! And don’t forget, everything below is heavily copyrighted – so be respectful.
Enjoy!
“Leave it, Míra,” Father snapped, as though he was controlling a dog. I supposed, in a way, he was.
He had barely finished the warning before the little, fair-haired beauty he had made his forward guard snapped to attention, running to his side and looking very guilty for having picked up what had been a beautiful red rose.
“Sorry, master,” she grumbled, deep and fearful, obviously expecting a strike.
Smirking at her reaction, I took a step away, not really wanting to see what would come next. She was lucky my father was more concerned with Sain’s absence than her foolishness, or a strike would probably be the least she would receive.
“Find him, Ovailia,” Edmund growled, the depth of his voice pulling me away from the child and right to him.
My scowl deepened at the intense look he was giving me.
“He’s coming,” I spat, feigned confidence spilling over my lips as I flattened them into a tight line.
The anger in his eyes intensified as he took a step closer to me, his fingers flexing by his side. “You would do well to make sure that is not a lie, Ovailia,” he warned, the sound of his steps loud as they slapped against the wet cobbles.
He moved around me as I stood in place, my head held high as I waited for whatever was coming.
You are trying my patience, I sent to Sain through the shard of blade that was embedded in his spine. The piece matched with the one my father had spread throughout me, the one-way communicator bubbling painfully through my blood.
I turned toward my father with a flick of my hair, my eyes meeting his dead-on, and I smiled. His own malice matched my own as I saw the pride in him grow.
“Do not worry, Father,” I cooed, an uncomfortably hot breeze moving through my hair, reacting with the residual chill of my father’s touch like ice on a sidewalk. “He is coming. You will get what you need.”
“Wonderful. See that that it happens.” His lips twitched into what I hoped was a smile before he moved away from me, back into the shadowed overhang of the flower shop. “I would hate to discover this little game he is playing is stretching to you, as well. We still need him, Ovailia. I would hate to make you prove your loyalty to me again.”
Ice trailed down my spine at the warning. The hatred in his words moved through me so deeply I shivered, his smile expanding with the pleasure my reaction gave him.
“That won’t be necessary,” I cooed, keeping my voice gentle as I tried to pull his focus from my fear. He would have none of that, though; he simply smiled more.
“Good, because he may be my key to procuring Wynifred as my mate.” The greasy grin on his face spread wider. “And once that is done, we can attack Ilyan and his pathetic pack mules. Then we can end this.”
It all started with a birthday present: a little book I wrote for my grandfather, helped along by a little bit of performing experience and a whole lot of love. It has since evolved. Get to know the woman behind the words. 
