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The Unseen (Excerpt)Book One in The Manipulated Evil series |
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“Hello, Kyle,” she said. She shook her head. “You just had to follow
me, didn’t you?”
The
woman stepped into the light. It washed over her features and seemed to
chisel her from shadow. She tilted her head coyly to the right. Her dark
eyes glimmered and the intensity of her gaze seeped into him, stirring his
apprehension. She tucked her hands in her jacket pockets.
“How
do you know my name?” Kyle said. He watched her from the corner of his
eye, annoyed by her sudden manifestation and his racing heart.
The woman smiled. Her perfectly curved lips
appeared almost as black as her eyes.
“Carter told me. He talked a lot about
you.” She spoke too clearly and with an accent too smooth to be southern
or European.
Kyle struggled with the words swimming in his
thoughts. He wanted to talk to her, had to talk to her. There was no
better time. He straightened his shoulders in an attempt to regain his
composure even though his stomach constricted and the nerves in his spine
twitched. She moved her fingers inside her jacket and Kyle wondered if she
hid a gun there. Maybe the gun used to murder Carter.
“You knew my dad?”
She nodded once.
“How well?”
She glanced up and down the street, took two
strides straight back, and melted into the night.
“Hey,” Kyle said, suddenly worried she
would vanish again before he got any answers. “I asked you a question,
don’t you go running away from me.” Kyle moved into the darkness,
fully intending to follow her wherever she went.
“I don’t run away, not from you or
anyone,” she said.
Her voice halted him. “But I do stay hidden.”
Kyle glanced around the ink black alley and
finally located her silhouette several feet away. She rested against the
crumbling bricks of a boarded up building with one foot propped against
the wall. The sole of her shoe crunched loose mortar.
“Then answer my question,” Kyle said.
“I don’t have to—”
“Then I’ll make a couple calls.”
“But if you shut up long enough, I
might.”
A hint of playfulness lightened her throaty
voice. Kyle squinted, trying to see the expression on her shaded face. She
didn’t move, didn’t make a sound, as if she waited for something. “What’s
your name anyway?” he said. She knew his; he thought it only right he
know hers.
She scraped her foot down the rough wall and
sauntered to him. She pulled her hands from her pockets, not showing a
gun, not showing anything more than her long, slim fingers.
“My name?” she said. “It’s Ravyn, but
with a Y. I am named after the rays of the suns, and the second name of my
father.” Her accent
sent a fleeting tremor through Kyle. He tried not to look at her, tried to
keep a sharp and interrogative attitude despite her mesmerizing voice and
eyes. “And I knew Carter well, but not the way your detectives think. We were working together.”
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