SUNDAY SNIPPET
This Sunday's Snippet comes from Thirst which you can find HERE and HERE...
Carter
pulled open the door of his black 1968 Ford Mustang and eased his ward
carefully into shotgun, slowly reclining the seat to make the position more
comfortable. Taking off his heavy woolen coat, he rolled it and slipped it
behind the man's head to prop up the semi-conscious man. He gazed down at the
battered face he had been watching all night from his dark corner of the bar,
aware how beautiful it was underneath the swelling and bruising. The man's name
was Max that much he knew, because he had heard him introduce himself to his
assailant. He frowned, furious with himself that he had realized too late the
blond twink and his accomplice's plans for the young man. If he hadn't been
distracted, if he hadn't been so thirsty…
Carter
slid behind the wheel, his green eyes glittering in the muted glow from the
dome light as he closed the door behind him. A small smile lifted his lips as
he headed his car toward home. The two men who had robbed and beaten Max and
left him for dead had already paid for what they'd done. Glancing into his
rear-view mirror, he parted his lips and ran his tongue down his elongated
incisors.
They
wouldn't be hurting anyone ever again, and he wasn't thirsty anymore.
See you next week!
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