The Remy Novella, Hunted is only a few weeks away, so I thought that people like like to read a short preview of it. Also, there’s still time to Pre-order, and pre-ordering really does help an author, so I’ll put links at the end. Thanks.
North Dakota, USA.
“You want me to jump off this cliff onto those rocks below?”
I was several hundred feet above ground, the forest stretched vast and unblemished before me. Directly below, a maw of jagged rocks awaited. I turned to Chao Wei, who stood twenty feet behind me, looking smug.
I glanced over the edge of the cliff then back to Wei. “Bollocks to that.” Being British has always given me access to the best swear words.
As I headed back over, irritation radiated from her. “How long have we been here?” she asked.
“How long have you been in your human form?”
“Nearly a month,” I replied.
“We arrived and almost day one, you learned you could become human. Since then, you have spent your entire time here getting as drunk as possible and having sex with anyone stupid enough to agree to have sex with you.”
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, I have. Because, and I’m not sure if you’re aware, but I was a fox for hundreds of years! Not a lot of humans want to have sex with fox-men, and those who do are usually people I want to run away from. I’m making up for lost time.”
“You are dwelling in self-pity,” Wei snapped. “Your friend died. I am sorry for that.”
“Nate was murdered,” I snapped back. “By Arthur, who was meant to be the good guy. Avalon have pretty much taken over the world, and we had to come to the arse end of nowhere just to stay ahead of them.”
“You agreed to let me train you, Remy,” Wei said, slightly kinder now. “But you have to actually trust me.”
“By jumping off a four-hundred-foot cliff?”
“In your human form, you’re all but impervious to harm. Your body heals almost instantly. You need to know the limits of that power. And if you die, you have plenty of lives left to come back,” Wei said, slightly colder than I expected.
I sighed. She was, oddly enough, right. The coven who had cursed me all those centuries ago had done me that favor. Not by turning me in a fox-man hybrid—although I could think of worse things—but by dying in the process and giving me their souls. Twelve lives I had. I’d used five. Didn’t mean I wanted to waste one of them jumping off a fuckingcliff.
I returned to the cliff’s edge. “If I do this, and survive, does that mean I get to continue to stay in my human form and not have you complain about it?”
“Probably,” Wei whispered in my ear, before shoving me off the cliff.
I learned a few things falling off that cliff. One: I cannot fly by flapping my arms, no matter how hard. Two: four hundred feet rushes up on you pretty damn fast. And finally: rocks hurt like an absolute motherfucker.