Archivist 2: “I’m not prey. I’m not to be hunted.”

“This … ah, is this a waltz?” I asked awkwardly.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” he said. “I’m just trying to follow the tempo.”

I laughed, oddly relieved that I wasn’t the only ignorant one.

Kellan pulled me a touch closer.

I didn’t resist. If I turned my head slightly, I’d be able to brush a kiss just under his jaw.

Oh gods, this was a bad idea.

“What do you transform into?” he murmured against my temple, moving me to the music.

“Nothing.”

“You might be witch-blooded, Dusk Godfrey,” he purred. “But that’s not all you are … you try to hide your golden glow but I see it between the cracks. It’s the same as the trail Sisu left through the city.”

“That was a spell.”

He hummed doubtfully. “Then why was the trail for Neve and Lile the same color as their magic?”

“I’m an archivist,” I said stiffly, clinging to the truth of that title.

“I never said you weren’t.” He sounded amused.

Hunting me, I realized.

I tilted my head back, deliberately catching his gaze and holding it. “I’m not prey. I’m not to be hunted.”

“Oh …” He flashed me a smile full of all sort of promises. “I’m not hunting.”

– title TBA (Archivist 2), chapter one, first draft

26 thoughts on “Archivist 2: “I’m not prey. I’m not to be hunted.”

  1. 😳😳😳 … OHHHH! EMM! GEE! … Apparently (eye roll 🙄) I about made my husband “pee himself”. I can’t find the letters to correctly form the sound I made after reading THIIIIIIS!!! 😍😍😍

  2. Fun! Like opening the oven to check how cappuccino brownies are doing just to get a whiff of silky chocolate.

  3. Thank you for the peek at the part of the first draft. Dusk’s is an amazing character.

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