I’m making steady progress on Starless, and thought I’d drop a little excerpt today for anyone who’s interested!
Biric swam out of her dreams sometime in the middle of the night, the lancing pain of her injuries dragging her back to consciousness.
A silhouette shifted near her pallet as she woke.
“Darra?” she whispered. She had hoped not to wake the other girl with her agonized listlessness, but Darra was often sensitive to the sound of her awakening in pain. She would be right there, ready to give up sleep to hold Biric’s hand.
The silhouette crouched over her. Fingers curled over her cheek and mouth. The musky smell of grease and woodsmoke filled her nose.
Not Darra’s scent.
Biric grasped at consciousness, craning her neck to get a look at the figure’s face. Alarm trickled into her like a candle trying to light in the wind, but it was so hard to make anything matter over the pain.
It was hard to see in the dark, but a distinctly male pair of eyes peered down at her. The figure crouched close, keeping his voice low.