Long After Midnight
Chapter One
She didn't look like a warrior, sitting there on the boy's bed,
Ishmaru thought in disappointment. She looked soft and womanly,
without spirit or worth.
He peered through the narrow slit afforded by the venetian blinds
covering the window of the boy's room.
Look at me. Let me see your spirit.
She didn't look at him. Didn't she know he was there, or was she
scorning his threat to her?
Yes, that must be it. His power was so great tonight, he felt as if
the stars themselves must feel it. Coup always brought added
strength and exultation in its wake. The little girl had felt his
power even before his hands had closed around her throat. The woman
must be taunting him by pretending she was not aware he was watching
her.
His hands tightened on the glass cutter in his hand. He could cut
through the glass and show her he could not be ignored.
No, that was what she wanted. Even though he was quick, he would be
at a disadvantage. She sought to lure him to his destruction as a
clever warrior should do.
But he could be clever too. He would wait for the moment and then
strike boldly in full view of these sheep with whom she surrounded
herself.
And before she died, she would admit how great ... read full excerpt from: Long After Midnight ebook
