Weekend Warriors #7

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I haven’t done this for a couple of weeks. Life has been a bit frantic with children, dogs, goats and horses. Sometimes I think it’s odd that such a country girl writes such urban stories. Don’t ask me why. Maybe it’s because I can’t imagine my world of monsters staying hidden in less populated areas.

Anyway this one is once again from my WIP.

Something fluttered in Parry stomach. A warning? “How come?”

“His kind, they need to find their Ves’ tacha. She’s like this fated mate or something. Meant to save him from the final fall.” Quinn’s voice was conversational, light and easy as if she wasn’t saying something so frightening. As if her words weren’t making a cold sweat break out over Parry’s skin and her throat close tight in a fisted knot. This wasn’t happening. No way, no how. Abso-fucken-lutely not.

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