First Line Friday – Demon Restrained

AWWWW! Two years ago, I released Demon Restrained into the wild. My dirty demon in the basement is a favorite of mine. It was the first book I wrote and I adore Bas and Evie. So… let’s go back to where it all began…

She was there again.

Even through the muddy haze of magic that trapped him in this hell-spawned plane, Bas could feel her hovering near the door. He couldn’t see her—she was very careful not to reveal herself to him—but he could taste the ripples of her passage as she edged down the stairs.

She was quiet, he would give her that. She crept along the borders of the room, hidden by the boxes and piles of junk, the tall metal shelving, the dirt that lay everywhere. In all her visits to this underground prison, he had yet to catch her scent—surprising considering he could smell better than most werewolves—and he felt only the faint echo of movement as she displaced air and energy in her slow walk to the place she would settle into.

She stumbled, the sound loud in the silence, and Bas’s head swung around, tracking her.

A throb of fear swept through the room. True fear. Terror. And it wasn’t directed at him. He thought she might be holding her breath; the vibrations had changed, gone as still as deep water.

Curious.

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Until next week!