“I didn’t get a close look at your shop. You sell your own artwork?” he asked. His voice had dropped an octave, and he cleared his throat.
Talena blinked. She was still wary of him, but the change of subject eased some of the tension from her pinched shoulders. “I carried my own work, but I offered a variety of other items. Souvenirs, mostly. I’m not well-known enough to live on my own art alone.”
“What kind of art?”
“Sculpture. Metalwork. I create organic things out of tech parts, like flowers out of wiring and birds out of gears and circuits. I like turning bits and pieces of broken machines into something new and beautiful.” Her eyes lit up as she discussed her passion, and Dack smiled.
“How long have you been doing this?”
“Since I was old enough to daydream in class about art instead of biology.” Her pale lavender skin darkened with a blush, and his breath caught. Gods, she was beautiful.
“I never went to school, but I daydreamed about spaceships when I was young.” He raised a hand to touch her face, and she tensed. “May I?” he asked. “Please?”
Talena eyed him for a moment before nodding her assent. Dack brushed his fingers across her cheek, his skin tingling at the contact, and then trailed his hand to rest against the unmarked side of her neck. His jaw clenched as he uncoiled her soft white hair from the strict bun that held it, and it fell in thick waves down her back. He wanted to plunge his hands into that hair, pull her head back and claim her mouth, but she stared up at him with wide golden eyes. Soon, but not yet.
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2 comments:
Great excerpt. Makes you want more.
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If you're interested in more, there's a long excerpt from Chapter 1 on the Samhain site: http://store.samhainpublishing.com/nightfall-p-6965.html
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