It was the girl in the picture. The one I’d been asked to look out for. But the picture had shown a kid in a school uniform, her hair tied up in a pony. Might even have been in black and white.
What I saw in front of me was much more than some schoolgirl who had run away from home. Deep green eyes skewered me, piercing through to my soul and pulling me in to their bottomless depths. She held my gaze for an eternity, a smile starting to pull at the corner of her lips. Her hands dropped to rest lightly on her thighs. Then she winked at me.
In one fluid movement she was on her feet and moving to the bed. She snatched up the long black dress laying on the mattress and pulled it over her head, shrugging it down over her golden body. I remembered to breathe. Cinnamon filled my lungs.
“I was starting to think you’d never get here,” she said, pulling her hair out from the collar and shaking it back into place. “Ready to go?”
Even with the spell broken, I couldn’t quite get back into the here and now. We were going somewhere? I shook my head, looking around again to see what I’d missed. Which must have seemed like a good idea, because she shook her head as well.
“Out.” She floated towards me, making shooing motions with one hand as she grabbed a black leather handbag with the other. “Go.”
I stumbled back into the hallway as she followed and closed the door behind her. Then she strode towards the stairs, swinging her bag over her shoulder. A green dragon grinned at me from under the bag strap. I grinned back.
Extract from Burning Roses, a decadent tale of sex, drugs, rock n roll & magick. Available from www.amazon.com/author/burning
Till next time. Cheers.
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