Since I finally got the muse back for my newest book, here is a small scene from Book 14: Crown Restored.
Damaris studied the image closely before shaking her head. She didn’t recognize the man. Who was her uncle speaking with? The tattoo on the man’s arm wasn’t something she’d seen before, but it was something she could research. She starred at the picture as she moved to the next one and paused. She knew both men in this one. Julien was standing beside the man who tried to kill her.
Twice.
Tobias Crawford.
The man had been her personal guard up until the day he stabbed her.
She placed her hand on her left side above her hip. The ragged scar reminded her of the time in her life when she was helpless. Her parents sent her to Lorvena to receive the best healthcare while looking for the man who attempted to kill her. Her parents hadn’t trusted anyone in the country with her care, especially since it was her personal guard who stabbed her.
Moving her hand, she flipped to the following picture. There was the unknown man again beside her uncle and Tobias. This wasn’t a better angle than the first picture. In fact, she could only see part of his face and almost none of his body. Her uncle blocked the man.
Almost as if they knew someone might photograph them.
Could her uncle know she got daily updates?
“No,” she said as she flipped to the next picture.
Her uncle wasn’t that smart, or at least not smart enough to find out a photographer was taking pictures and sending them to her. Paying someone to blend in was worth every cent. The trust fund her mother set up for her came in handy sometimes.
The rest of the photos were not great and didn’t give her a clue who the unknown man was. She isolated the tattoo and sent it to Edward. He would hand it over to the security team, and no one would know it came from her.
She sighed as she stood up to stretch. It was time to move out and join her aunt and uncle. After a month of searching, she’d finally found them. No thanks to that brute who called himself security.
The thought that Huck knew where her family was but didn’t tell her was insane. They were her family to protect, not Huck’s. She’d been trying to track Huck’s movements to see if he led her back to her aunt and uncle, but she couldn’t find him.
It was as if he was a ghost.
She knew it wasn’t. For one thing, Casper was a friendly ghost, and Huck wasn’t friendly. For two, Huck made it a point to be more of a shadow than a ghost. He didn’t haunt people besides the fact that Huck wasn’t dead.
Yet.
