I figured it was about time for another round of Teaser Tuesday! It's been long enough, hasn't it? :) This week, our teaser is from Stricken. See you at the end!
"How did the fire start?" he asked her.
She shook her head, refusing to answer.
"Anya," he prompted, wishing he could leave it alone as she wanted, but he could not. "We need to know."
"Arson." The word trembled on her lips. "Someone set it."
"Did they ever find out who did it?"
"Did your father have any enemies? Anyone that would want to murder him?"
"No," she said again. "Nothing like that. He volunteered with the Red Cross and coached my softball team. He helped Aaron with the pack. Took dinner to our elderly neighbor every night. Everyone loved him."
"You're sure? What about your brother?" Kaeden pressed as gently as he could. He hated to do it at all, but they needed to be certain. They couldn't afford to chase down false leads or false hope. They didn't have time.
"No. There was no reason for anyone to do that to them. No reason," she whispered with fierce certainty.
"Don't," Kieran warned when Kaeden opened his mouth to press for more.
Kaeden heeded his blade-brother's warning and closed his mouth without speaking. He watched Anya's expression crumble into abject misery. She had nothing more to give him today.
He reached out and slipped his hand into hers, squeezing her fingers in silent apology for forcing her to face such painful memories.
Twin tears fell from the ends of her lashes to roll down her cheeks.
She didn't look at him when he moved closer, instead keeping her gaze locked on the kitten sleeping in her lap, but she did allow him to pull her up against his side. She didn't make a sound as she cried. She simply rested against his side as little tears made tracks down her porcelain cheeks.
Kaeden's heart hurt for her. The Fae were immortal, but not indestructible. As the Demon Wars had taught them eons ago, and La Morte Nera reminded them now, even an immortal life could be tenuous. The Fae understood loss and grief. They experienced those painful facts of life just as humans did. Kaeden had never met his mother, and had been shunned by his father. He'd lost friends in battle, and had even hefted the blade that felled some of them. But those hurts, spread out over two and a half centuries, seemed like little more than the sting of bees compared to what Anya had endured in twenty-three short years.
Aww, poor Anya. Lots going on in her life at the moment! And lots going on over here, too. I still have a few more stops on Fade's Blog Tour, and I am busily writing Book Two for all of you. In the meantime, make sure you check out the Paranormal/Fantasy Pitch Contest we have going on over here! One lucky winner is going to walk away with all kinds of amazing prizes.